Series prologue - A world born, a world broken, and a world beyond…
Legends, myths and fairytales. Like forests rising from seeds of truth watered with imagination, their tangling roots and twisting branches spread through every culture and country, every language and land. Stories are as countless as the stars, yet it is said the seed of every tale in the great forest of fables fell from a single tree…
The Firstborn Legend
Beyond the Book of Time and the vast sea of stars and planets that array its stunning cover, through secret doorways hidden in the undiscovered folds of the cosmos, outside the pages that turn with the ticking of clocks and the ringing of alarms…lies the Real World. The world that all other worlds lie within. The world that knows no time and no borders. The world where every creature and character is fully real and fully alive. The world of the Author of worlds, who’s spirit flows through his works in the conflagrant current of the Lightscript ~ the lifeblood ink of every character’s soul.
It was in that golden-white ink, glittering like embers of an erupted galaxy, that the Author wrote the Book of Time. Wrapped in the cover of the cosmos and teaming with life, it was a beautiful world that cradled characters he loved as his own children.
The Book of Time was watched over by a legion of Lightshifters ~ living, breathing, shapeshifting stars from the Real World’s endless sky, whose fiery feathers surged with the Author’s soul-igniting ink.
Together they were a kaleidoscopic array of characters forming one harmonious family that loved their work, their Author, and the vibrant worlds he created within their own.
That is until the brightest of them all, adorned with more brilliance than any other star, came to desire the power of the Lightscript for his own.
He was the strongest being ever written, but he was still a character. And when he greedily grasped for a power only the Author could wield, it poisoned his soul. The beautifully burning ink that once flowed through his veins blackened into fluid, snaking shadows that extinguished his luminescent feathers and the radiance of his golden eyes.
As the legend goes,
The brightest star fell
The first Shadowshifter rose
And the Great Nightfall began
Many stars fell behind the first. Yet, the darker the night became, the more fiercely the loyal Lightshifters blazed. And in the wake of that dreadful dawn of war, all Shadowshifters were banished from the Real World forever.
Realizing no character could conquer its Author, the first Shadowshifter set his darkened eyes, shimmering like deep pools of lifeless black ink, on the characters he was once a guardian over.
Defeated and drunken with hatred, his legion of fallen stars sought the power they craved within the Book of Time, breathing the shadowed ink from their poisoned souls into Time’s pages to tempt human characters with their own haunting hungers.
Tragically, the human characters embraced the alluring darkness that descended into their world, and all of Time fell under a curse because of that choice. Shadowscript spilled across every page, writing darkness and death into a world once bursting with light and life. Their paradise became a prison and they could no longer see the golden glow of the Lightscript through the cover that separated them from the Real World.
But though he was angry, brokenhearted and betrayed, the Author did not close his beloved book and leave it abandoned on the shelf. Instead, he wrote himself into Time’s tattered pages as a humble human character to give the cursed story one last chance.
Knowing who the Author’s character was, the Shadowshifters stirred many hearts against him. Through the hands of the very characters he created, they brutally spilled his blood across an unforgettable page and celebrated their most tremendous victory…only to shy away in terror when the blood they were so proud of spilling ignited as the Lightscript itself.
That wildly powerful light, hidden within such a humble mortal form, burned a hole through the Book of Time’s cover into the Real World beyond. A passageway no shadow could enter or shut was created, and only the Lightscript could lead the way through.
Centuries of pages have turned, and in the minds of the masses the legend of the Author and the doorway he opened to the Real World has fallen among the myths.
The Shadowshifters have fought on relentlessly for the dominion of Time, feeding on the darkness flowing from human hearts and breathing out every form of evil. Their dark inspirations lurk behind every war and wicked deed. Their shadowy breath has blinded generations of characters to what they truly are. And their soulless eyes are ever-searching for new lights to extinguish.
But, behind every bright and beautiful inspiration that dares to pierce the deepening darkness of the Great Nightfall is the breath of a Lightshifter. Those living lights still fly among us as unseen luminaries along the path to the Real World, guiding and guarding those who hear in their hearts the silent voice of the Lightscript calling them homeward…into the arms of the Author of Worlds…the Father of Starbloods…The Firstborn Legend.
🏔️💫Lightscript Legends💫🌲 is an ongoing series of bite-sized stories and sip-on-the-go serials. Click here for the full list of published episodes and subscribe to get new installments in your inbox!