The newly created land these creatures lived in was called Pangaea. The creatures living on Pangaea had been living better and smarter lives than the Titans did, thriving better than ever.
However, where there was Light, there was always a Shadow dwelling near. There was a dreadful, thundering darkness clouding throughout the lands and covering the brightness of the sun. Crimson lightning blasted across the entire sky and dozens of purple lightning bolts flashed under the black clouds soaring overhead.
A great, unknown shadow had draped over Pangaea unexpectedly. One day there was a brightness covering the land in a prosperous peace and the next day there was a darkness creating a dreaded, fearing torment.
The animals, creatures, and the people went from free races to a captured people clamped in chains. Many tried to escape these heavy chains restrained around their necks, legs, wrists, and sometimes tails.
This looming threat had spread throughout the lands of Pangaea like a virus, an infection waiting for the right moment to divide and conquer. While everyone was distracted, the infection would spread with great ease with little to no resistance. Very few people had ever come face-to-face with the threat itself and could not survive even a few seconds of laying their eyes upon the target trying to take away their precious Pangaea.
This threat was a being that was neither human nor a creature of the living. It didn’t have a physical body; it was a spirit of Shadow. A tormenting spirit created as a ghostly image of an unruly creation meant for a different purpose than having dominion over all physical lifeforms.
Very few knew what the spirit’s true form was and even less knew what the spirit’s face was. It was a mysterious, evil, nasty spirit that sometimes took the form of a black cloud, a fog-like ghost flying, lurking, and spying on unoccupied people or animals.
Now that the animals, creatures of myth, and humans had all been captured beneath the iron foot of this blazing spirit of darkness, there was no resistance to overwhelm this dooming threat controlling the lives of all the enslaved races.
“These miserable beings are now under my control and these lands of Pangaea are beneath my Shadow of darkness,” the Spirit proclaimed. “The age of Light is over; the age of Shadow had come.” The spirit then took a physical form for itself and sat atop a large throne of skulls and bones built atop a black-burnt hill, overlooking his fiery, tormented, dark clouded kingdom. The body he took was draped in black armor with a helmet, concealing his identity from all his chained, enslaved prisoners.
However, as he captured even the last of freed animals of rabbits and raccoons, a ray of light suddenly appeared from the dark clouds swirling overhead.
The spirit’s sudden darkness had been abrogated by another cosmic force that could fight against the strong, evil Spirit of Shadow.
“What source of magic is this?” the Spirit shouted.
“Not magic, Spirit of Shadow,” said a voice from the rays of light blooming from the evil clouds. “This is true power and it is greater than magic.”
Then the shape of a large beast with two massive wings, four bent musical legs, a slithering tail, a neck with a lizard-like head, and scales that shined like the sun’s light soared down from the light, descending upon the evil spirit ruling over the ruined, infested lands.
The Crystal Dragon!
The Spirit was angered by the sudden appearance of the Crystal Dragon from the skies above the clouds. The Spirit had a resisting obstacle repelling its dark will. There was no way the Spirit could win against a god.
“You dare rule over Pangaea which I and the two other gods have created?” asked the Crystal Dragon. “You’re just like the first natural beings we created: the Titans; they are the creations of the First Generation of the Living Life. You follow in their footsteps and you bring another age of darkness and dread into this Mortal Realm, and once again the gods will intervene. There is no place for us deities to rule and have dominion over the world of the physical.”
The dark Spirit stood up before the Crystal Dragon “I’d say otherwise, false god, these living creatures need some guidance of how to live their pathetic lives. So I’m doing them a favor of showing them how to live.”
“By forcing them into heavy chains they know they cannot carry within inches of walking?”
“Call it tough love, Crystal Dragon. Now go back to your home world in the stars! I already claimed this land for my own. Find a different world to rule and conquer because I have already commandeered these lands.”
The Crystal Dragon flapped his wings together and sent out a shockwave toward the evil spirit, splitting the throne behind the spirit in half. “No! You will give up your power and release these creatures from their chains. Then I will go someplace else to rule or conquer.”
The dark Spirit gave a few pouts and shouts as like a spoiled child. In a single wave of his hand, a long scythe appeared in his hand. “I will not give up my power to a beast that thinks is greater than me. No, I am above all, even the gods. All of the gods will come to fear me, for I am… Lusìvar.”
Lusìvar rose high above the ground and floated in the air without any wings. The Spirit clamped in armor and concealed identity was ready to fight against an immortal object. Lusìvar hoped he would cast down the creature before him and become a god himself, able to rule the mortal creatures without contest. “I am Lusìvar, the true ruler of the living. Everything I desire is what I shall have,” he proclaimed. “And those who stand
