Grifixverse Lore II: Of Shadows

‘I AM HERE EVERYONE! With a new story to share with you! In case you missed the first one, I’m Mortina, the Goddess of Creation! But this time I am not alone, meet Sol, my dearest SLAVE!’

‘Slave…?’

‘There, there, don’t get like that, for today YOU shall tell the story!’

‘Wait, what? Where are you going? What am I supposed to do?’

‘Dunno, do whatever you want, I’m off!’

‘Geez you just didn’t want to do it yourself… eh, guess we’re stuck together now, I’ll have to tell you the story you came here for… What story was I supposed to say again? What…? MY story? Why… Why would you want to hear that? Well, guess it can’t be helped…

The story starts a long time ago, during the cruel grifix king’s reign, Umbra. Or rather during the Forgotten Queen’s reign, cause Umbra was just a foal back then. This young grifix was consumed already on the inside by anger and regrets, and was starving for power and revenge. He once found a spell that could gain him everything he was starving for: a spell that enchanted over a specific kind of rock, found only in the distant Smokey Mountains, could give him control over those who wore pieces of that stone. It was hard for him to obtain the rock but in the end he obtained it, but he was already king by then. He ordered to be made armors that contained pieces of that rock for all the Grifix, not telling anyone about his actual plan. In the end he cast the spell on the armors and that gave him control over all the warriors. The armor he wore was similar to the others, but yet different. Cause the one who wore it had control over all the others.

This, however, was draining the souls out of the Grifix that wore the armors everyday. Soon, they lost all touch with reality and their sphirix faded to nothingness. They were literally walking corpses serving the king.

After the king’s death, the Grifix threw the armors away, trying to destroy them. They did that just because they didn’t want to have any recollections of the Nightmare King, not because they knew what the armors actually were. Up to this day, no grifix found out the truth about the armors.

W...what? You’re asking what does that have to do with me? Well just listen, this was just the beginning of the story! Otherwise the rest won’t make any sense! Ehem, going back to the story…

The second part of the story starts a few hundred years later, somewhere during Eclipsa’s reign. There was a unicorn that was wandering through the wild, not much I can tell you about her… what she was doing or what she was looking for is a mystery to me. Who she was I do not know. But one day, she found a strange rock in the wild. Curious, she picked it up. But there was more to that rock than she could tell. In the piece of an Umbra Armor that that rock was lingered a lost soul that had one day been pulled out of its body, trapped inside the armor that he wore, left there to look at his own body being controlled through all of its life, die, and been thrown away with the cursed armor.

The moment that unicorn touched the armor, my soul was pulled out of the armor and I woke up inside this unknown body. But when I tried to search for the soul that once lived here, there was no trace of the old inhabitant of this body. That’s why I can’t tell you anything about the unicorn. She was gone the moment I was pulled inside her body.

After finding myself in this body, I thought of the other guards from back then. The other grifix whose souls might be trapped in armor pieces as well. I started looking for them, but the armor pieces are small and I could not find them. They got spread throughout this world and I had no way to find them just with mere luck. But I still kept searching.

One day, my walks got me to the Smokey Mountains. There I encountered a strange mare, which you met earlier. She earned to be a goddess of creation, but she felt powerless. Her horn was covered in strange dark crystals, that radiated a dark magic, but that was not her own. Still, she seemed to know everything about me, even though I haven’t seen her before. She knew who I was and what I was searching for. And she knew that I could not complete my mission alone.

She made me an offer, that I would serve her for a thousand years, and in exchange she would give me the locations of all the other armor pieces.

A thousand years are a lot. But an eternity is longer, especially when you’re trapped in a piece of scrap rock. And something told me that I could trust this strange mare. So I accepted her offer. Through all the time that I would be serving her, I was not going to die or age. So there was no time lost for my mortal body.

And that was it, this is how I got here, serving the goddess of creation. It is a long time, but every day I’m closer to the time when I’ll find my comrades and release their souls. That keeps me going through these hundred years.

What, what are you doing? Why are you crying? WHAT?! ‘SWEET’??? I didn’t ask for your opinion, who invited you here anyway?!