This was written by my brother, don't mind the numerous grammatical errors and fragments, just comment on the storyline.
Eradod
The Ninth Pillar
In the beginning, there were nine countries among the sacred planet of Eradod. These nine countries were known as Aflarus, the country of ice. Befalira, the country of fire. Larasura, the country of water. Karadaf, the country of soil and earth. Ifiator, the country of lava. Nikarfar, the country of darkness. Spooky, the country of swift. Baldatar, the country of mountains. Then, there was another country among the other eight. This country was sacred which beheld all prosperity of Eradod. A country of swift wind. Falfafar, the country of life. These nine countries lived in peace and harmony together. Both sealed with a special energy. Amongst the energies was light. The energy that formed all peace. Next to the leading energy of light was the sacred energy that formed all life on Eradod. This energy was called swift. Together light and swift lead the planet through peace and harmony. But then, a war broke out upon the nine countries. Leading destruction and chaos upon the nine countries. In the country of Falfafar, in the city of lithioulis the nine sacred pillars that kept the council together was split. As a battle amongst all life on Eradod was held on the peak of Mount Jarasara. When the final pillar was split on the mountain which stood for peace a great light came out of the pillar and separated the nine countries from each other. The planet of Eradod was crumbled and the forces of good and evil moved about unbalanced. For a war that would decide all wars was breaking upon all. All that was left of the vast nine countries after they were separated was nine great islands split apart by a great and terrible watery abyss. For until the chosen ones gathered the shards of the pillars and rebuilt what was destroyed. Only then could the shards of the great pillar of life be gathered. For there were nine shards. One shard mysteriously placed on each island. When all nine of the shards that were split from the pillar of life were gathered, is when the pillar of life could be reformed. Only then could the war be ended by the chosen ones. At the peak of Mount Jarasara, the pillar of life.
“Sarka, we must get to Befalira before we finish the rest of our narfish.” Said Narmu. “I don’t understand what makes us the ones to retrieve the scroll of Idalafar.” “Kalfazar has already told us about how the emperor needs it to discover the whereabouts of the mountain temple of hearty.” “Its just that, were thirty two thousand miles away from Befalira, cannot we eat the last of the narfish and just trade for some more when we get there?” asked Sarka. “There will be no narfish on Befalira. “How do you suppose they grow it with all the fire and smoke about the air?” replied Narmu. “With no soil to grow plants to enrich the mouths with the watery taste of a narfish.” “It’s a shame to, I brought a sack full of pepper” answered Sarka. They both sat quietly as they sailed through the fog of the ocean of Anthalassa. From the country of Baldatar to the fiery country of Befalira. In the fog they waited. For the water began to feel warmer. The small row boat figured sail boat rocked and churned upon the smooth waves that kept getting smoother and hotter. “We must be getting close” said Narmu. The water now looked like glass. Like all of the water as far as the eye could see was still. Although the fog made it only possible to see four and a half feet ahead of you. A large wave crashed into the back of the boat almost flipping it. The water was very hot and made Sarka shriek. “ Ahh, I think it burned my skin” groaned Sarka. “What was that anyhow Narmu?” asked Sarka. “The tide” replied Narmu in a whispery voice. The dense fog began to disappear. Not only was it fog, but steam rising from the water from it being so extremely hot. They could now see the shore which had flames upon it and was a hard rubble. It creaked with steam and was moist to the touch because of the intense heat. As the two elves stepped upon the shore steam shot up from the cracks of the rubble. “We’ve made it to Befalira.” Said Narmu. They both wandered for a few hours searching for a village of any sort. Hoping that they were Baldatar friendly. “Do you think there are some countries still mad and at war with each other Narmu?” asked Sarka. “That is what the legends say Sarka, that is what the legends say.” “There are sure to still be tribes that still are in war, hopefully we don’t meet one of them.” “What about those shards? Eh? Surely they must exist” said Sarka. “No Sarka, those are nothing but a mere myth” replied Namru who had grown weary due to hunger and most of all thirst. Narmu had dropped to his knees, grabbed the rubble with was a gooey hot. But it felt cold, cold as ice. “What is this?” said Narmu surprised at the extreme temperature that seemed to be freezing. Narmu stood up, knelt back down and dug through the rubble and hit lava. “Ahh!” screamed Narmu. His hand was greatly burned bleeding down his arm and off onto the ground. “What is this?” said Sarka. He saw a few trees in the distance. Next to the few trees and leaves was a lake. Sarka gasped. “Narmu, the lake of frozen fire!” whispered Sarka. Sarka ran to one on the few trees and took off a few of it’s few and now fewer leaves. He ran back to Narmu and wrapped the first leaf around the most badly burned part. The second leaf to wipe off the dripping blood from his arm and fingers which were also burned. The third leaf as a second coating for the wound. He knew there was a good chance that Narmu would bleed to death. But he also knew that the lake of frozen fire
Eradod
The Ninth Pillar
In the beginning, there were nine countries among the sacred planet of Eradod. These nine countries were known as Aflarus, the country of ice. Befalira, the country of fire. Larasura, the country of water. Karadaf, the country of soil and earth. Ifiator, the country of lava. Nikarfar, the country of darkness. Spooky, the country of swift. Baldatar, the country of mountains. Then, there was another country among the other eight. This country was sacred which beheld all prosperity of Eradod. A country of swift wind. Falfafar, the country of life. These nine countries lived in peace and harmony together. Both sealed with a special energy. Amongst the energies was light. The energy that formed all peace. Next to the leading energy of light was the sacred energy that formed all life on Eradod. This energy was called swift. Together light and swift lead the planet through peace and harmony. But then, a war broke out upon the nine countries. Leading destruction and chaos upon the nine countries. In the country of Falfafar, in the city of lithioulis the nine sacred pillars that kept the council together was split. As a battle amongst all life on Eradod was held on the peak of Mount Jarasara. When the final pillar was split on the mountain which stood for peace a great light came out of the pillar and separated the nine countries from each other. The planet of Eradod was crumbled and the forces of good and evil moved about unbalanced. For a war that would decide all wars was breaking upon all. All that was left of the vast nine countries after they were separated was nine great islands split apart by a great and terrible watery abyss. For until the chosen ones gathered the shards of the pillars and rebuilt what was destroyed. Only then could the shards of the great pillar of life be gathered. For there were nine shards. One shard mysteriously placed on each island. When all nine of the shards that were split from the pillar of life were gathered, is when the pillar of life could be reformed. Only then could the war be ended by the chosen ones. At the peak of Mount Jarasara, the pillar of life.
“Sarka, we must get to Befalira before we finish the rest of our narfish.” Said Narmu. “I don’t understand what makes us the ones to retrieve the scroll of Idalafar.” “Kalfazar has already told us about how the emperor needs it to discover the whereabouts of the mountain temple of hearty.” “Its just that, were thirty two thousand miles away from Befalira, cannot we eat the last of the narfish and just trade for some more when we get there?” asked Sarka. “There will be no narfish on Befalira. “How do you suppose they grow it with all the fire and smoke about the air?” replied Narmu. “With no soil to grow plants to enrich the mouths with the watery taste of a narfish.” “It’s a shame to, I brought a sack full of pepper” answered Sarka. They both sat quietly as they sailed through the fog of the ocean of Anthalassa. From the country of Baldatar to the fiery country of Befalira. In the fog they waited. For the water began to feel warmer. The small row boat figured sail boat rocked and churned upon the smooth waves that kept getting smoother and hotter. “We must be getting close” said Narmu. The water now looked like glass. Like all of the water as far as the eye could see was still. Although the fog made it only possible to see four and a half feet ahead of you. A large wave crashed into the back of the boat almost flipping it. The water was very hot and made Sarka shriek. “ Ahh, I think it burned my skin” groaned Sarka. “What was that anyhow Narmu?” asked Sarka. “The tide” replied Narmu in a whispery voice. The dense fog began to disappear. Not only was it fog, but steam rising from the water from it being so extremely hot. They could now see the shore which had flames upon it and was a hard rubble. It creaked with steam and was moist to the touch because of the intense heat. As the two elves stepped upon the shore steam shot up from the cracks of the rubble. “We’ve made it to Befalira.” Said Narmu. They both wandered for a few hours searching for a village of any sort. Hoping that they were Baldatar friendly. “Do you think there are some countries still mad and at war with each other Narmu?” asked Sarka. “That is what the legends say Sarka, that is what the legends say.” “There are sure to still be tribes that still are in war, hopefully we don’t meet one of them.” “What about those shards? Eh? Surely they must exist” said Sarka. “No Sarka, those are nothing but a mere myth” replied Namru who had grown weary due to hunger and most of all thirst. Narmu had dropped to his knees, grabbed the rubble with was a gooey hot. But it felt cold, cold as ice. “What is this?” said Narmu surprised at the extreme temperature that seemed to be freezing. Narmu stood up, knelt back down and dug through the rubble and hit lava. “Ahh!” screamed Narmu. His hand was greatly burned bleeding down his arm and off onto the ground. “What is this?” said Sarka. He saw a few trees in the distance. Next to the few trees and leaves was a lake. Sarka gasped. “Narmu, the lake of frozen fire!” whispered Sarka. Sarka ran to one on the few trees and took off a few of it’s few and now fewer leaves. He ran back to Narmu and wrapped the first leaf around the most badly burned part. The second leaf to wipe off the dripping blood from his arm and fingers which were also burned. The third leaf as a second coating for the wound. He knew there was a good chance that Narmu would bleed to death. But he also knew that the lake of frozen fire
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