Original Land Before Time Characters Novels & Stories

Now that the die was cast, it was time to watch a good show. >>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji xxX<< "Greetings, freshman attending Time Cross Academy. A short introduction of who I am although some of you may recognise me. My name is Amanda Lucifer and I am the archmage as well as the principal of this academy. Your families have agreed to entrust you to me for the next five years. Whether you live or die, is up to me to decide. Heed my rules well and you shall survive. Disregard them and forfeit your lives."

"We've woken them up." The words have barely left his lips when I feel it—ancient consciousness stirring beneath the surface of existence. Giants that slept since the dawn of time, roused by the vibrations of our cosmic symphony. "What are they?" I ask, though part of me already knows the answer. "The Architects," Luna breathes, his eyes reflecting visions of impossible age. "The original shapers of reality. Our... predecessors." As if in response to his words, the ground trembles. Mountains in the distance begin to move, revealing themselves as not mountains at all, but the curved backs of titanic beings. The sky ripples as others unfold themselves from between dimensions, their true forms

Marcus stepped forward. "Can somebody explain what's going on?" The woman looked toward him. "You're standing inside the remains of a civilization that vanished before recorded history." That certainly wasn't the answer Marcus wanted. "What civilization?" "The First Kingdom." Confusion immediately spread across the room. Nobody had ever heard of it. Not historians. Not hunters. Not vampires. Nobody. The woman continued speaking while the survivors listened carefully. "Before Valenfort existed, before vampires appeared, before humanity built its oldest cities, another civilization ruled this world."

FLASHBACK: AGES BEFORE LUCIFER'S REBELLION AND FALL (The moment the seal breaks, Allistair’s consciousness plunges into the past…) Darkness. Not the cold void of the cosmos, but Chaos. The raw, living, sentient form of it. And at the heart of that darkness was him, Allistair, before he had a name, before a form, before father or mother. Chaos in its purest expression. It was in this era before the Creator created humanity, a time were only angels and archangels, gods and goddesses exist.

The forgotten presence inside Emma stirred. THE RESTRAINTS ARE PRE-ORIGINAL. Emma frowned. “What does that mean?” The being finally spoke. Its voice low. Uneasy. “It means they were not created after him.” Silence. Emma turned slowly toward it. “…Before him?” The being nodded once. “Yes.” The Custodian immediately reacted. “Unauthorized historical framing.” The being ignored it. “They existed before his identity stabilized.” Emma felt a chill crawl through her spine. “Then who made them?” No answer.

Silence exploded. Nova's eyes widened. Little sister? Origin stared. For the first time in ages, she looked genuinely shaken. The traveler slowly closed their eyes. As though the worst possibility had just become reality. Nova looked toward them. "What does that mean?" The traveler answered quietly. "Because it is one of the Seven." The Graveyard fell silent. The Seven. The original creators. The ancient beings born before existence. The family Origin had spoken of. Nova's stomach tightened. Lyra immediately stepped forward.

Wren's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she beheld the ancient world, teeming with life and vitality. "Life was simple," the voice continued, "with humans farming, crafting, and multiplying, unaware of the impending turmoil that would soon disrupt our peaceful existence." A dark silhouette loomed on the horizon, casting a dramatic shadow across the landscape. Wren's gaze remained steadfast, her heart filled with a deep sense of wonder. "It began with a mysterious entity, known as the Destroyer, descending upon our world. Disguised as a young man, the Destroyer possessed unparalleled wisdom and charisma."

112 - Doubts (2) Yin’s original body. Her true self was born a long, long time ago, back when the concept of Time was new, when the universe was still young and unexplored, and when the countless planes and worlds were barely developed. Civilizations were far and few in between, and the powerhouses of that time mostly moved either on their own or in small groups. The gates between worlds were yet to be formed, and travel between the countless planes, each filled with varying overlords, mythical creatures and heavenly treasures, was uncomplicated.

She heaved a big sigh before acknowledging the people in front of her again, "Tell me what happened." "Right," Layla was the first to respond. She ushered Francesca to follow her into a wide door to the right of the castle entrance, "As you might already know, the Greek terrestrial gods have ruled this universe since its conception. All planets were theirs. They created humanoid beings on these planets, some of which are chosen to be their vessels throughout the centuries. But eons ago, the terrestrial gods of other cultures have also begun to spring up out of the macroverse consciousness. And soon enough, everyone was fighting for power."

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like