This is where it has gone:
THE SIXTH EPOCH: NEW ORDER
Talad smiled at what he created. His people now had the power to shape their own world. He stood back, waiting to see what they would create. At first, all seemed to go well. The people were happy and thriving, multiplying faster than he had thought possible. But this made him happy also. More people meant more worshippers, and that is what he wished. Why he and Laanx had come to this world in the first place. Even thoughts of his lost friend and the temple that was built in her name could not dampen his spirits for long. It was a joyous time.
Laanx, however, seethed with anger and hate. He was displeased that Talad had achieved such happiness while he was forced to suffer behind his damned mask. Long he thought, trying to think of a revenge that would hurt Talad the most. He had missed out on the last opportunity, and would not do so again. Laanx was watching how happy Talad had made his people when it suddenly struck him, the perfect revenge. He would not strike Talad directly. No, he was far too powerful for that. Instead, Laanx thought with evil glee, he would strike at his enemy?s very heart?his people. Laanx began weaving powers together, twisting them from the Crystal in devious ways. For years he prepared his spell, his burning hate fueling him to even greater cruelness. Finally, it was done. Laanx stared at what he had created. It was a fist sized crystal, blue as the Azure Sun itself. Laanx grinned evilly. It was perfect. The seed to Talad?s destruction. Laanx laughed as he disguised himself as an old beggar and teleported to the outskirts of the city of Hydlaa. He then shuffled his way into town, snickering the entire way. No one took much note of the ragged beggar, thinking that he was merely insane and harmless. Insane, yes. Harmless, no. Laanx laughed at their foolishness. They would all learn soon who was the true power. He laid the blue crystal down next to the fountain and dashed away, cackling madly. A few people came to see what had gotten the beggar?s attention.
Talad watched the children playing in the fields. More than anything, he loved to hear their laughter. But then he heard something else. Something different. Curious, he followed the noise to its source and gasped in shock at what he saw. The plaza of Hydlaa was in an uproar. People were everywhere, fighting, shouting, begging, and killing. For a moment, Talad stood aghast, not knowing what to think of the sight he was beholding. Coming to himself, he rushed into the plaza ordering the chaos to stop. None listened. They continued as they were, seeming oblivious to his presence. Finally, he grasped one of them by the shoulders. The man?s eyes burned with a cold fury. -What goes on here?- Talad demanded. -Why do you fight, shout, beg, and kill when I have asked you to stop?- The man struggled for a moment, then spat out words that Talad did not understand. They sounded almost like the speech of normal people, only twisted and befouled. As Talad released the man in horror, another raced up. -I challenge you!- he shouted. -You would challenge your god?- Talad asked of him. Instead of answering, the man turned away and rushed to another man babbling in the twisted language. -I challenge you!- he shouted. They then began to fight, until one of them laid dead. Able to take no more, Talad fled the plaza, retreating where none could find him.
The uninfected people saw this and became frightened, many retreating the wilderness, where the power of the blue crystal could not touch them. Others disappeared entirely. But there were some who saw what was happening to their beloved world, their home, and they decided that something must be done. They gathered the strongest Guilds together, planning their next move. After much deliberation, they knew what had to be done to take back the land. With steel in their hearts and hope in their souls, they?
How it ends is up to us.
