Among the land covered with snow and coldness, there lies a house made of wood. Even in the coldness of the outside, the house feels warmer. As the snowstorm around the house spins faster with cold sound, The house is lit up with the sound of a child, giggling and laughing. As he runs around the crackling fireplace, the place feels more warmer as if cherishing the laughter of the child. With a smile on his face his silk like white hair shines brighter than the fire. He worries his grandfather by making him repeat the story of Motherland.
A large laughter fills the house as the old man with long hair and beard similar to the child with gold plated glasses on his nose, replied with a "fine kiddo". The kid who took it as offense said, "I am not a kid" with a grumbling look. The old man again took of with his laughter "Ho Ho Ho".
The old man began his narration of the story. The child does not know that this would change his path in life.
"A long years ago, the powerful being, the celestial being created the land of mother, where the creatures of both light and dark as well as the normal beings were created. And this era was known as the "Forge ofcreation". And at the end of it the celestial being disappeared. Before the celestial being disappeared, the responsibility of managing the Motherland was given to both Light and Dark. Along with the instruction to protect "The Garden of Hesperides", as it withheld the power of Mystery.
The beings of light were pure with lots of love to the nature and everything around them, whereas the beings of dark were nothing but the other side of love. They ravaged everything the nature has to offer. The Normals were attracted towards the kindness of light and began to worship them as gods. The loved the light as much as the hated the dark. This created vengeance in the hearts of the darks. As the jealousy grew so did their torture against normals. The lights left them alone for being the child of one true being, until their hands touched the forbidden water of power in the garden of Hesperides. Then came the era of the most devastating wars between the light and darkness. This war continued on for many centuries. At the end of the war the Dark was defeated. The victorious lights too followed their creators foot steps and disappeared. And the land was left under the control of the remaining normals. Then, 'zzzzzz' ....". "Ho, look who's sleeping at the half of the story"
As the old man puts the child in his bed, A black silhouette was present outside the house in the strong storm. The old man's eyes glowed with a thunderous flame, which could demolish massive armies of Thousands and more.