| − | He is known by many names across time, The Weaver of Tales, The Storyteller, The Chronicler, The Seer, The Prophet.... These are but a few of the names he is cloaked in. This Creature cannot be called man, or beast, for he is neither but one thing is for sure, he is eternal. It is said, he was there when the first human was created from the pieces of the Gods, he stood watching silent and shrouded in doubt of this new creation, at that time his face was different than it is now, Shining in the brilliant Silver light of life itself... The beginning of a new race, the [[Silver Helms]] they were once called... Now, somewhere between human and God he stands constantly shifting his form during times of peace and times of battle. He was the first of his race, born as an adviser to the Gods, this timeless one has been on Earth watching as the first humans began their journey across this new home. The humans were created as slaves, but they were given a chance by a faith-filled Creator, to be so much more. The Humans were given knowledge of the Gods, and free roam over the planet they had been born to mine. Time passed without problem, an Empire of Man was rising beneath the feet of the Gods, and the chance to become more than their original design was now within their grasp. This opportunity did not last, humans took the knowledge given to them and used it in terrible ways.... Gold used as trade for good deeds, now became a way of control, and power. Metal for building strong homes against harsh weather, became weapons.... Brother turned against Brother, Mother against Father.... and the Prophet could only stand back and watch as this creation fell into darkness. Never did he once feel hatred for the mortal beings, nor did he wish their destruction. Unfortunately, the same was not true for one of his younger brethren, another of the Silver Clad Creatures, angered by the turning of the Earthen Children, rose up reminding his Fathers of the design of the humans, that they were born with chains around their necks and were to work then die, nothing more. One Hundred years were given to these Neo-Apes, to gather resources from a rich world, to allow the Creators a healthy lifestyle for where-ever their journey led them next... but this plan never met its end, and the Darkened Silver Creature, intended to do everything in his power to extinguish the Humans... The Creators were angered with the doubt of this Silver Helm, and A title was given for this betrayer of Light, to destroy all he was, but instead of being pierced by this blade, he took up the title with pride. Alone in this world, Tenebris was abandoned by his Fathers and Brothers, especially by The Prophet. With a heavy heart The Prophet watched as many of his brothers followed the ever Darkening Flame. Shame fell upon the Silver Seer, to even be of the same species as Tenebris. Knowing it was the only path towards peace, he vowed the destruction of his ever darkening kin. The world spiraled down into the palms of Tenebris and corruption spread deeper into the vulnerable hearts of man. Pushed to his limits, The Prophet made a blood pact with another Brother of his, [[Kael Prime]], The Pale Demon, to slay the usurper of Humanity. Together they forged the full might of the Silver Helm army, and in one effort of salvation of the once great Empire, Kael snuffed out the dimming light, that was their brother. The face of Tenebris is worn by The Pale Demon as a reminder of a path that must never again be tread by any of his kind. After the Smiting of Tenebris the traitorous Silver Helm were hunted down and brought before the Gods for judgment of their crimes, all that were captured were executed. It was with Silent tongue and Still stance that The Prophet watched as most of his kind were removed from this world, one by one he became more alone in the universe. This Creature, whether he be God or Beast, took on the role of a nomad, wandering the Earth ever reminded of his grim past, tormented by images of the wars in the sky above... Only a handful of Silver Helms remain, as myth and legend here on Earth, as guardians of the last reminder of hope the Creators left behind, vowing to return one day to rekindle a lost flame in the hearts of man. As that chapter ended and another continues, The Prophet watches the sky patiently waiting for the day the Light is returned.
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