War. All around him he could hear the screams of men and women as they fought. War. Hear metal clash, metal bend, metal break. War. Bones broke, skin slashed and torn, blood pooring, bodies falling, thudding to the ground. War. A warrior was beheaded, another received a fatal arrow wound, another few crushed by thrown rocks and debris. War. All around him he could hear the sounds of war, of death in mass, of people giving their lives, losing them, taking them, saving them, sparing them, relieving them. War.

He 'opened' his 'eyes', and visions were shown.

Conflict. When ideals, beliefs, thoughts, emotions all clash, when greed becomes great, when fools become rulers, when conquerors expand, when being attacks being, when the defenders return the assault. He watches as two forces, masses of men armed and armored, charge at one another, nothing but the sound of thundering feet until a passing bird sang, then metal and flesh rang out as they collided..

Division. When a people, a nation, a kingdom, a city or town, a family become split, separate, only to return to each other with ill intent. He watches two men, who had once been friends, meeting between two forces, one pleading for peace while the other had only hunger in his eyes, only for them to both withdraw into their armies, resigned to what was to happen.

Unity. When beings find a common cause, when people agree on an action, when warriors stand together against foes. All is quiet as he watches two leaders, silence being broken by their words as they speak to their soldiers, the men and women standing in solemn silence as they listened. The speeches end with raised voices, and all the soldiers raise weapons high and cheered, joined by their beasts of battle, before turning toward their foes.

Now he felt it, he could feel the heat of battle, the weight of armor, the blood. He felt himself kill many, he felt himself wound more. Suddenly he felt himself on the ground, a blade at his chest. He felt himself holding a sword at an enemy bested, about to deliver the final blow. He felt the blade as he thrust it forward, felt it as it entered his chest.

And then, darkness.

[h1]'Come'[/h1]

A command woke him from darkness, one he felt compelled to follow. He came through a tear, almost without knowing, into a new void. He looked at the two figures, greater than he, that summoned him, and knew their names. Fate: The Supreme Being, and Amul'Sharar: The Terrible One. It was the latter that called him to this world.

Fate then spoke, "You are Kyre..." He began to form, "You are conflict..." A marble statue is the form he took, "You are division..." Cracks appeared at the joints, and armor began appearing from the void, "You are unity..." The marble split at the cracks, remaining connected by energy as armor assembled on his frame, "You... are..." Kyre knew what he was, and as the armor attached and sword appeared in hand, he finished, "War."

He stood straight, and now looked at those that came before him, knowing their names, purposes, and natures as he watched them. THe he waited, watching as more arrived.

[hider=The Coming of Kyre]Kyre, now embodying all that is War and knowing its experiences, is brought into the world.
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