Next Project - Super Power World

Hi, Just wanted to make an announcement about my new project. This project is still connected to Aethelgard, the main world. The difference is that it's set in a modern day and the theme is superpowers. Hero vs. Villain. Of course, I'll still focus on fantasy, This project will only be a diversion. I was actually planning on making an urban fantasy set on Earth, but I think I'll have to postpone that one for now. Okay, the premise for the new project is as follows:

CHRONICLES OF EARTH: THE AWAKENED WORLD

A world born from a dying god's corpse. A world that evolved in isolation for billions of years. A world where power strikes like lightning. Random, rare, and life-changing.

I. THE SHATTERED FRAGMENT

Before Earth was Earth, it was merely a fragment. A broken piece of a far greater world torn apart by the War of the Gods. When the Old World shattered, countless fragments were flung across the void. Most were lost to nothingness. But one fragment, carrying the corpses of minor gods and the remnants of ancient power, drifted for eons until it found orbit around a dying star. The heart of a fallen deity.

Here, it stopped. Here, it began to heal.

Over billions of years, the fragment transformed. Mountains rose from divine bones. Oceans filled with the tears of forgotten gods. The first life crawled from the cracks. Not born of design, but of raw Aether seeping from the corpses below. Dinosaurs thundered across plains that were once battlefields. Ancient monsters, diminished by time, ruled and faded.

And somewhere in the deep, the last echoes of the Old World slept. Waiting.

II. THE LONG SLEEP

Unlike Aethelgard where the Five Gods sacrificed themselves to become the laws of reality. This fragment was forgotten. No divine hands stitched it together. No cosmic will guided its evolution. It was simply... left.

As millennia passed, the Aether that once saturated the land grew thin. The great monsters died out or retreated to hidden places. Humanity rose, ignorant of the cosmic origins beneath their feet. Magic became myth. Gods became stories.

For most of human history, the Awakened did not exist. Or if they did, they were so rare that they became legends. Prophets, heroes, monsters in their own right. Hercules. Merlin. Jeanne d'Arc. Rasputin. Each a flicker of something greater, appearing once in a thousand years, then vanishing into myth.

But the Aether never truly died. It only waited.

III. THE AWAKENING

No one knows exactly when it began. Some point to the first nuclear test at Trinity Site, the fission of atoms tearing a tiny wound in reality, letting Aether seep through. Others blame industrial pollution, cosmic radiation, or simply the turning of an ancient cycle.

What is known: starting in the late 20th century, the number of Awakened began to rise.

Not by bloodline. Not by heritage. Not by training or desire.

Random. Unpredictable. Uncontrollable.

A farmer in rural China wakes one morning able to bend water with his mind. A banker in London develops claws and night vision. A child in Brazil is born with eyes that glow and wings she cannot hide. A dying grandmother in Russia, on her deathbed, suddenly rises. Healed, changed, and terrified.

1 in 5 million. No explanation. The Awakened appear where they will, when they will, as they will.

The world calls them many things: Superhumans. Metahumans. The Gifted. The Cursed.

They call themselves... the Awakened.