Some Kind of Story I Suddenly wanted to write (Author of 'Just an Idea that Spurred into a Twelve Year Old)
Zearoph. His name echoes destruction across the thousand worlds of the Heirarchy of Syrotic. Thousands of years ago, the mighty warrior, Zearoph, single handedly counquered the High Dragiin Seductress Mad’am Jaase. Releasing her soul into the dark abyss of the galaxy he gained immortality, but at a terrible price, soon, her soul tormented the innocent civillians of Sork, and siphoned off the power of the stars.
Finding that it was Zearoph’s duty to destroy the Seductress, the council of Syrotic called a meeting and pleaded for Zearoph to help.
But Zearoph had become greedy and feared the Seductress, for he believed she might steal his immortality. So a young boy, Nythen Howersythe, a victim of the Seductress’s tormenting, led his people into freedom over the Seductress’s grasp on their planet.
And soon began the war of a million nations, as Nythen the soon to be father of a billion sons, and soon to be king of the planet Sork. Spiraling down the eternal staircase of immortality he led his people to freedom