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Prologue
In the end, it's all about making decisions, whether you take them because you believe in yourself, or destiny; maybe even god. You've got to think about choices though; the simplest ones may have the toughest outcome.

It doesn't matter what others think about your choices. It doesn't matter if your choice was right or wrong. The only factor you should accept is your likeness to it. When others choose, you might end up wondering why they chose that decision; so when you get your turn, pick just what you like the most. Don't think about anything or anyone else. They'll get their chance too.

After all, it's the road of your life. You make the turns. Sometimes, you will be walking light paths, which show you everything that's ahead of you; they shine the future on you. Sometimes, you will encounter dark paths, which will blind you, trap you, and perhaps terrify you, but they have no guidelines; no fate or written outcome. They make you write history as you go…

Chapter 1: Serum
The days grew longer and the hope for stability diminished each minute, after each brawl. A hyena ran through the crowd of animals, driving its fangs towards a trapped zebra, and when they finally made contact, it ripped a load of flesh off the shocked prey. The canine tasted its own stupefied glory before being tackled by another one of its own kind. It paid no attention to the pain and decided to have one last sip of the blood before its own throat opened invitation to another feast. A pile of vicious mice ran in to share the prize, mindless of the crouching tiger ready to pounce on them. Luck struck them, though, when the cat had its legs crushed under the weight of a terrorized giraffe.

In the distance, a couple of dragons sat watching, very much disappointed at the turmoil. "This is not going to work" said the taller dark one, letting out a string of air to express the gravity of the letdown. "Of course it will. You just exaggerated their hunger this time around. Fix that and they'll be just fine" replied the white one. After a long sigh, Myrion, the dark one, explained to Tryanard that it would be impossible. "No serum will ever work. There is no perfect balance of traits, and I am no god" he said.

"You'll make it work!" yelled Tryanard in exclamation, and for a second all the beasts froze to look up at them, before continuing the slaughter. "We are their gods" he said, using a pair of fingers to pick up a wolf, which was minuscule in comparison. "Without us, all of them will simply…" he looked down at the small dog, which tried hopelessly to get a bite out of anything. A moment afterwards, he released it, leaving it to fall through the air, as it bit the air ignoring the proximity of death, and as its feet grew ever closer to the ground, Tryanard let the moment please his own sadistic tendencies before whispering "…fall."

So Myrion spent yet another night perfecting the potion. He had tried everything in his knowledge to bring peace among the animals, but it was now clear to him that they were better off without his "solutions". He had looked inside himself, countless times, trying to find the perfect combination of characteristics that would tame the animals; allow them to build communities just like dragons did, or at least most of them.

"I found it!" he said, flying into the council's sanctuary. "The perfect potion… Are you sure?" asked Lirya, facing the arriving dragon along with the rest of the council. "It's not a serum" said Myrion, as he walked to the center of the room, surrounding himself with the members of the council, all the biggest and mightiest dragons in Olum. Water cascaded off his neck, breaching the crystalline ground below him as if there was no ground at all; it had been raining.

"There is no serum" said Myrion, and all those present remained silent, wondering what he was getting at. "Don't tell me you gave up, Myrion" said Tryanard in a rather displeased tone. "No. There is no serum. What these beasts need are souls."

One would think that another slaughter was about to take place, as the reptiles started a fiery and guideless discussion. Myrion sighed and closed his eyes, silencing each dragon one by one through his thoughts. And then they listened. "The soul is what will bring them together. It's always been the soul."

"That's foolish!" exclaimed a green dragon. "Only we can have souls!"
"I agree!" another one joined in. "If we give them souls, we won't be superior any longer! If we give them souls, they won't even be small anymore"

"Then you have to think about what you really want" said Myrion. "If we want peace among all races, this is what has to be done, there is no other way."

The council argued for ages and ages, unable to stand the violence between creatures but unwilling to lose their overwhelming power. Then came the day when they grew tired of feeling like little kids with a huge playground, and one by one they agreed to give away part of their souls. And so the hundred of them gathered in a single night. They scattered along the vast lands of Olum, looking down at the defeated creatures, which crawled away from the giants, most of them bleeding from the injuries of the battle. Some felt pity and others disgust, but their decision had been made final. And so, with a few words of Myrion, their leader, they all fell into deep sleep as their broken souls escaped their bodies, filling the million entities with love and peace.

Description
Prologue
In the end, it's all about making decisions, whether you take them because you believe in yourself, or destiny; maybe even god. You've got to think about choices though; the simplest ones may have the toughest outcome.

It doesn't matter what others think about your choices. It doesn't matter if your choice was right or wrong. The only factor you should accept is your likeness to it. When others choose, you might end up wondering why they chose that decision; so when you get your turn, pick just what you like the most. Don't think about anything or anyone else. They'll get their chance too.

After all, it's the road of your life. You make the turns. Sometimes, you will be walking light paths, which show you everything that's ahead of you; they shine the future on you. Sometimes, you will encounter dark paths, which will blind you, trap you, and perhaps terrify you, but they have no guidelines; no fate or written outcome. They make you write history as you go…

Chapter 1: Serum
The days grew longer and the hope for stability diminished each minute, after each brawl. A hyena ran through the crowd of animals, driving its fangs towards a trapped zebra, and when they finally made contact, it ripped a load of flesh off the shocked prey. The canine tasted its own stupefied glory before being tackled by another one of its own kind. It paid no attention to the pain and decided to have one last sip of the blood before its own throat opened invitation to another feast. A pile of vicious mice ran in to share the prize, mindless of the crouching tiger ready to pounce on them. Luck struck them, though, when the cat had its legs crushed under the weight of a terrorized giraffe.

In the distance, a couple of dragons sat watching, very much disappointed at the turmoil. "This is not going to work" said the taller dark one, letting out a string of air to express the gravity of the letdown. "Of course it will. You just exaggerated their hunger this time around. Fix that and they'll be just fine" replied the white one. After a long sigh, Myrion, the dark one, explained to Tryanard that it would be impossible. "No serum will ever work. There is no perfect balance of traits, and I am no god" he said.

"You'll make it work!" yelled Tryanard in exclamation, and for a second all the beasts froze to look up at them, before continuing the slaughter. "We are their gods" he said, using a pair of fingers to pick up a wolf, which was minuscule in comparison. "Without us, all of them will simply…" he looked down at the small dog, which tried hopelessly to get a bite out of anything. A moment afterwards, he released it, leaving it to fall through the air, as it bit the air ignoring the proximity of death, and as its feet grew ever closer to the ground, Tryanard let the moment please his own sadistic tendencies before whispering "…fall."

So Myrion spent yet another night perfecting the potion. He had tried everything in his knowledge to bring peace among the animals, but it was now clear to him that they were better off without his "solutions". He had looked inside himself, countless times, trying to find the perfect combination of characteristics that would tame the animals; allow them to build communities just like dragons did, or at least most of them.

"I found it!" he said, flying into the council's sanctuary. "The perfect potion… Are you sure?" asked Lirya, facing the arriving dragon along with the rest of the council. "It's not a serum" said Myrion, as he walked to the center of the room, surrounding himself with the members of the council, all the biggest and mightiest dragons in Olum. Water cascaded off his neck, breaching the crystalline ground below him as if there was no ground at all; it had been raining.

"There is no serum" said Myrion, and all those present remained silent, wondering what he was getting at. "Don't tell me you gave up, Myrion" said Tryanard in a rather displeased tone. "No. There is no serum. What these beasts need are souls."

One would think that another slaughter was about to take place, as the reptiles started a fiery and guideless discussion. Myrion sighed and closed his eyes, silencing each dragon one by one through his thoughts. And then they listened. "The soul is what will bring them together. It's always been the soul."

"That's foolish!" exclaimed a green dragon. "Only we can have souls!"
"I agree!" another one joined in. "If we give them souls, we won't be superior any longer! If we give them souls, they won't even be small anymore"

"Then you have to think about what you really want" said Myrion. "If we want peace among all races, this is what has to be done, there is no other way."

The council argued for ages and ages, unable to stand the violence between creatures but unwilling to lose their overwhelming power. Then came the day when they grew tired of feeling like little kids with a huge playground, and one by one they agreed to give away part of their souls. And so the hundred of them gathered in a single night. They scattered along the vast lands of Olum, looking down at the defeated creatures, which crawled away from the giants, most of them bleeding from the injuries of the battle. Some felt pity and others disgust, but their decision had been made final. And so, with a few words of Myrion, their leader, they all fell into deep sleep as their broken souls escaped their bodies, filling the million entities with love and peace.