The Prophecy and the Fall: When Creation Broke
Introduction
Let me tell you about the end of the world.
Not a metaphorical ending. Not a gradual decline. The actual end—the moment when everything that had existed for millennia shattered in a matter of hours.
The Sixfold Eclipse. The Fall of the Moons. The Breaking of Anchors.
Whatever you call it, it was the same: cosmic horror made manifest.
Six moons falling from the sky. Six magic systems failing simultaneously. Six civilizations watching their power sources die. Half the population of Eclipsia dead within a day. Cities falling, burning, drowning, withering.
And the worst part? They saw it coming.
Zephyrion Gwynbran discovered the prophecy months before it came true. He warned everyone. Broadcast it across all six races. Explained exactly what would happen and when.
Some prepared. Most didn’t. Because how do you prepare for the end of the world?
You can stockpile food, but you can’t stockpile magic. You can build shelters, but you can’t build new moons. You can train warriors, but you can’t fight gravity when your floating city plummets from the sky.
The prophecy gave them knowledge. And knowledge without the power to act is just torture.
Here’s what happened when the prophecy came true. Every detail. Every horror. Every moment of the day reality broke.
The Prophecy: Discovery and Denial
Zephyrion’s Find
Zephyrion Gwynbran wasn’t looking for apocalyptic prophecies. He was researching Auran history in the ruins beneath Aetheria—ancient structures that predated the floating city itself.
In a chamber sealed for thousands of years, he found a stone tablet. Not recent. Ancient. The inscriptions were in Proto-Auran, a language dead for millennia. But Zephyrion was a master linguist. He translated it:
“When six moons align in the sky’s embrace, Six lights shall dim, six powers erase. The anchors will fail, the tethers will break, And children of gods shall fall in their wake.
First silver shatters, knowledge falls from sky. Then crimson explodes, and warriors die. Azure fades next, adaptations cease. Emerald withers, taking forest’s peace.
Black will stretch and merge with day, Violet vanishes, dreams betray. When all six moons have met their fate, Only choice remains: transform or terminate.”
Simple. Direct. Specific. Terrifying.
The Calculation
Zephyrion wasn’t just a linguist—he was an astronomer. He calculated the lunar orbits, mapped the positions, and found the pattern.
The alignment described in the prophecy was real. All six moons would be in the sky simultaneously, in specific geometric positions forming a perfect hexagon around Eclipsia.
This happened rarely. Once every 3,847 years.
And it was scheduled to happen in four months.
The Broadcast
Zephyrion did what any responsible scholar would do: he told everyone.
He used the mental network (maintained by Mauve Dream Walkers) to broadcast the prophecy to all six races simultaneously. He showed his calculations. Explained the timeline. Made it clear this wasn’t speculation—this was math.
The reactions varied:
Aurans: Mostly believed. Started evacuating floating cities to ground level.
Scalians: Dismissed it as fear-mongering. Refused to “show weakness.”
Hydrans: Quietly prepared. Moved populations to shallower waters.
Chlorans: Accepted it. Began fortifying the World Tree.
Cimmerians: Already knew. Had records of previous cycles hidden in the Ancient Vaults.
Mauves: Tried to control it. Attempted to manipulate probability to prevent the alignment.
Most individuals? They ignored it. Because accepting that your world is about to end is harder than pretending it isn’t.
The Factions: How the Races Chose
The Harbingers of Change
Led by Scalian warlords and ambitious Mauves, this faction believed the prophecy was an opportunity. Power was about to be redistributed. Whoever controlled the aftermath would control the future.
They stockpiled weapons. Formed alliances. Prepared to seize power the moment the old order collapsed.
Philosophy: “Change is inevitable. We’ll be the ones who benefit.”
Leaders: Tarak Kanati (initially), Shahrzad Nafisi (before his transformation), aggressive Scalian generals
Goal: Dominate the post-Fall world
The Keepers of Balance
Led by Chlorans, Hydrans, and cautious Aurans, this faction believed the answer was preservation. Protect what matters. Survive the catastrophe. Rebuild afterward.
They fortified cities. Stockpiled resources. Created safe zones for civilians.
Philosophy: “Protect life. Preserve knowledge. Endure.”
Leaders: Ronan Glas, Nerai Abyssborn, Zephyrion Gwynbran (eventually)
Goal: Minimize casualties and preserve civilization
The Neutral Observers
Led by Cimmerians, this faction chose to watch. Not from apathy—from strategy. They knew the prophecy would come true. Knew both other factions would fail. Their role was to preserve knowledge and guide whoever survived.
They documented everything. Stored records in shadow essence. Prepared to be the historians of the apocalypse.
Philosophy: “Watch. Record. Survive to tell the truth.”
Leaders: Nyx Shadowveil (Nyx Grimhelm), Cimmerian Shadow Council
Goal: Preserve knowledge for future generations
The Civil War
The factions clashed. The Harbingers attacked the Keepers, trying to steal resources and power. The Keepers defended civilians. The Observers… observed.
It was chaos. War erupted even before the prophecy came true. Thousands died in factional violence before the moons even started falling.
Tarak led Scalian warriors in raids. Nerai organized refugee evacuations. Zephyrion tried desperately to maintain peace while preparing for catastrophe. Nyx watched everything, preserving knowledge of every battle, every strategy, every failure.
The Sixfold Eclipse: Hour by Hour
Hour 1: The Alignment Begins
All six moons rose simultaneously for the first time in nearly four millennia. They formed a perfect hexagon in the sky—geometric precision that seemed deliberate, designed.
The magic felt… wrong. All six races reported the same sensation: power surging, then fluctuating, then becoming unstable.
Zephyrion stood on a platform in what remained of Aetheria (most citizens had evacuated) and watched the moons align. He knew what came next. He’d calculated it. Predicted it.
Knowledge didn’t make it easier.
Hour 2: Lunara Shatters (First Eclipse)
The Silver Moon cracked. Not gradually—suddenly. A fissure appeared across its surface, spreading like lightning, and then Lunara shattered.
Not into dust. Into irregular silver fragments that hung in the sky for a moment before falling like shooting stars.
Every Auran felt it simultaneously. The wind stopped responding. The Sky-Marks on their hands went cold. The connection to knowledge-streams severed.
And then Aetheria fell.
The floating islands that had soared for millennia plummeted. Miles-long cities dropping toward the ground far below. Aurans who’d stayed behind scrambled for Wind-Marks that no longer worked.
Zephyrion watched it happen. Felt the wind die. Felt the island drop. And chose not to flee—chose to stay and record, even as the ground rushed up.
He survived. Many didn’t.
Estimated casualties: 47,000 Aurans in the first hour.
Hour 3: Pyros Explodes (Second Eclipse)
The Crimson Moon didn’t crack cleanly. It detonated—a massive explosion that sent burning fragments in every direction.
Every Scalian felt it. The fire in their blood went cold. Their Forge-Marks dimmed. The strength that defined them faded.
And then Mount Xaanthic erupted. Every volcano in the Scalian domain erupted simultaneously—not in response to the moon, but because Pyros had been suppressing them. Without the moon’s influence, geological pressure released all at once.
Pyropolis was consumed. The Obsidian Spire collapsed into magma. The Forge Quarter buried under pyroclastic flows. Scalians who’d always commanded fire died burning.
Tarak survived. He pulled warriors from the flames, organized evacuations, and realized the Harbingers had been wrong. This wasn’t opportunity—it was annihilation.
Estimated casualties: 83,000 Scalians in the first three hours.
Hour 4: Thalassia Fades (Third Eclipse)
The Azure Moon didn’t shatter or explode. It faded—light dimming gradually, becoming translucent, then disappearing entirely.
Every Hydran felt it. Like suffocating in air. The ocean that had always been home became hostile. Water pressure they’d never noticed suddenly crushed. Gills that had always worked stopped.
And then Aquamarina went dark. The bioluminescent organisms that lit the city died by billions. The Pearl Palace cracked under pressure. Coral Castles collapsed. Hydrans drowned in water that was once safe.
Nerai survived. She dove deep, trying to save civilians, and felt Thalassia’s last light fade. Felt her Tide-Mark go cold. Felt the ocean reject her.
She kept swimming anyway. Because Hydrans adapt. Even when adaptation fails.
Estimated casualties: 56,000 Hydrans in the first four hours.
Hour 5: Verdanis Withers (Fourth Eclipse)
The Emerald Moon didn’t shatter, explode, or fade. It decayed—surface cracking like dried earth, color shifting from vibrant green to sickly grey.
Every Chloran felt it. Every connection severed simultaneously. The World Tree screamed—an agonized sound only they could hear. The root network went silent.
And then Sylvandor withered. Living wood turned to dead timber. Vine bridges collapsed. The World Tree’s sap went dark. Plants died en masse, and Chlorans felt every death.
Ronan survived. He held the World Tree as it died, channeling what little power remained, trying desperately to preserve even a fraction of life. He failed. The tree survived, barely. Most of the forest didn’t.
Estimated casualties: 41,000 Chlorans in the first five hours.
Hour 6: Umbra Breaks (Fifth Eclipse)
The Black Moon didn’t shatter, explode, fade, or wither. It stretched—pulling itself apart like taffy, spreading across the sky until it merged with reality.
Every Cimmerian felt it. Reality inverted. The shadow realm and physical realm crashed together. Shadows became solid. Walls became translucent. The dead manifested openly.
And then Tenebris expanded uncontrollably. The shadow-city phased into reality. Cimmerians got trapped between states—neither fully real nor fully shadow.
Nyx survived. She anchored herself to physical reality through sheer will, watching as others lost themselves to shadow. She preserved knowledge even as reality shattered around her.
Estimated casualties: 38,000 Cimmerians in the first six hours.
Hour 7: Noctis Vanishes (Sixth Eclipse)
The Violet Moon didn’t shatter, explode, fade, wither, or break. It dissolved—becoming progressively transparent until it simply wasn’t there.
Every Mauve felt it. The dreamveil unraveled. All possible futures crashed into the present simultaneously. Every probability became equally real.
And then Amethyst collapsed into probability-space. The city existed in all states at once. Mauves experienced every possible version of themselves simultaneously. Most minds broke.
Shahrzad survived. He had been trying to control the probability-collapse, failed, and instead learned to accept it. He stopped fighting chaos and started flowing with it.
Estimated casualties: 52,000 Mauves in the first seven hours.
Hour 8: The Silence
When the last moon vanished, there was silence.
No magic. No divine connection. No power flowing through the Marks.
Just… silence.
The survivors looked at each other across the ruins of their civilizations and realized:
The gods weren’t coming to save them.
The Aftermath: Survival and Transformation
The Camp at the Edge of the World
The survivors—roughly 320,000 individuals from a pre-Fall population of 637,000—gathered at the Nexus. A neutral location where all six races could meet.
They didn’t gather by choice. The world had broken so thoroughly that isolated survival was impossible. Aurans couldn’t fly to separate floating islands (they’d all fallen). Scalians couldn’t retreat to volcanoes (they were all erupting). The races needed each other.
The camp was chaos. Grief. Anger. Fear.
But also: determination.
The Leaders Emerge
Six individuals became the de facto leaders:
- Zephyrion Gwynbran (Auran) - the one who’d warned everyone
- Tarak Kanati (Scalian) - the warrior who’d failed to seize power
- Nerai Abyssborn (Hydran) - the one who adapted when adaptation failed
- Ronan Glas (Chloran) - the protector who couldn’t protect everyone
- Nyx Shadowveil (Cimmerian) - the observer who preserved truth
- Shahrzad Nafisi (Mauve) - the controller who learned to let go
They didn’t choose leadership. It chose them. Because in the wreckage of civilization, people follow those who survive and keep moving forward.
The Sundering
The world didn’t stabilize after the moons fell. It got worse.
Reality, without lunar anchors, began to fracture. The Forgotten One—the cosmic entity the gods had been hiding from—sensed the anchors’ failure and approached.
The world literally broke apart. The Sundering shattered Eclipsia into fragments floating in void. The survivors found themselves scattered across reality-shards, each one shaped by the essence of a fallen moon.
This is where Book 2 begins: survival on unstable reality fragments, learning to adapt without divine power, and preparing for the final choice.
The Truth: Why the Gods Let It Happen
They Knew
The Six Celestials knew the prophecy would come true. They’d programmed it into reality’s foundations when they created Eclipsia.
Why?
Because dependency prevents evolution.
As long as the races had infinite lunar power, they had no reason to grow beyond it. No reason to innovate. No reason to become independent.
The moons were training wheels. The Fall was graduation.
They Watched
When the moons fell, the gods gathered and watched. Together. Feeling every death. Every scream. Every moment of suffering.
They didn’t intervene.
Not because they didn’t care. Because intervention would invalidate every lesson their children had learned. Would transform free will into puppet theater.
True love means letting go—even when it kills you to watch.
They Honored
When the Six leaders sacrificed themselves to become the Foundations of reality, the gods wept with pride.
Their children had learned. Had grown. Had become something the gods themselves could never be: the living essence of reality.
Creation had become creators. Students had surpassed teachers. The circle was complete.
Conclusion: The Lesson of the Fall
Here’s what you need to understand about the Sixfold Eclipse:
It wasn’t punishment. Wasn’t random. Wasn’t the gods being cruel.
It was the final exam.
The gods gave their children everything: life, magic, power, knowledge. And then they took it away. Not to be cruel—to see what remained when all support was removed.
Half the population died. Cities fell. Magic broke. Reality shattered.
And the survivors?
They adapted. They evolved. They became stronger than they’d ever been with infinite lunar power.
The prophecy said: “Only choice remains: transform or terminate.”
The races chose transformation.
Zephyrion became Air. Tarak became Fire. Nerai became Water. Ronan became Earth. Nyx became Shadow. Shahrzad became Dream.
The Six became the Foundations—the living essence holding reality together.
That’s the lesson of the Fall:
True strength isn’t what you’re given. It’s what you become when everything is taken away.
The moons fell. The world broke. Half a million people died.
And from that catastrophe, six leaders emerged who would sacrifice everything to create a new reality where the races could survive without divine support.
That’s not tragedy. That’s transcendence.
The gods didn’t create a world doomed to fall.
They created a world that would learn to fly on its own.
— The Watcher
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