Hmmm...Everything is not so bright in our world, but must act as if it is.

Man, everynow and then I am in a complete state of euphoria and then I find something out and it brings me crashing to Earth, rather painfully to. You know the falling from a great height type thing, DAMN YOU PARACHUTE WHY DIDN'T YOU WORK!
Ahem...well as I am prone to do when this sort of thing happens I brood, ya know quite seriously, about my standing in the great scheme of things, and how I can best help those who are suffering.
I'm a nice guy, at heart and when it comes down to it, I kinda suck at trying to help those. I think of all these great things to say to make the people feel better, but I can't quite make myself say them.
I'm a bleeding heart, so to speak, bwahahahahaha.
Sugar rush coming in, Oh yeah Euphoria here I come.
Now to make a short blog into something long, I will attempt to write a story based on nothing but what I am thinking of right now.

A long time ago in a universe not unlike ours in many respects there existed life.
Life ruled by a plethora of Gods to whom which all the big decisions fell to in the end, for they knew better then to entrust the greedy majority of their constructs with decisions that would ultimately benefit every race and not just one.
There were four races; humans the most imaginative and ambitious of the four, and also possessing the shortest life span; the Demonas, a tall powerful built race that had the ability to take on forms similar to what we would call Demons; the Dragonar, a race who possessed the extroadinary trait that after a long period of years, (in most cases one thousand) they could transform into their namesake, mighty dragons; and finally the Elves a race as graceful as they were long lived, for Elves had no limit to their lives, they were the most intelligent of the four races and typically shared power with only the Dragonar for none but them copuld compare to their magical might.
However one God grew disatisfied with the order of things and forged a weapon that could kill the devine, and he sought to establish his race for which he was patron of the Demonas to superiority. However the sword he had forged was full of hatred of all living beings and earned the name Ruination as it was at its point the old order was torn down, all but one of the Gods were destoryed by its malignant energies, and he claimed dominion over all other races, placing the Demonas at the head of all other races.
This new order was held together with tyrannical control, and the three other races were severely oppressed and vilified by the Demonas.
This new order lasted for nearly three millenia, and it was a period of high technology, travel between distant planets was possible, finally however the reign of the evil god was put to test, by seven individuals, of unique heritages.
The group was made up of two moon elves, one half-elf, one Demon Elf(an incredibly dangerous cross of Demonas and Elven blood), two humans and one Dragonar.
The leader of the group was called Draicon, and he possessed an incredible power.
One of their first victories over the Demonas involved the collection of two ancient swords, Soulbinder and Soulreleaser, which the two Moon Elves used.
Draicon began to increase in power at a faster rate then the others and soon it became clear that only he stood a chance of defeating the evil God.
Finally in a titanic war, that virtually destroyed almost all of the high tecnology of the era the evil god fell and the weapon that had caused the deaths of all the old gods was sealed away by the Demon Elf, who had it permenantly sealed within him.
These seven individuals soon realised that they had a higher destiny then merely stopping the evil God, each of them soon learned that they were the succesors to the gods, they even found evidence of a ages old prophesy foretelling the destruction of the old gods, the period of darkness and then the coming of the new Gods.
Thus the council of the Gods was created however, Draicon and the Demon Elf disappeared mysteriously, and when the others tried to search for their leader, they found themselves unable to even find a trace of him.
They finally set themselves to rebuilding the shattered races, and for a time a period a prosperity fell on them. However another prophesy came into being, one foretelling the destruction of this newest of orders, and from it a stronger council of Gods would be formed.

And that folks is the prologue to my story.
It probably needs some work here and there but overall its pretty good, and it doesn't reveal any of the backgrounds or back stories of my main characters.
I really hope I can have my dream accomplished. To be a writer I mean.
Well anyway, Sayonara, and good bye and stuff.
Yeah.
Bwahahahaha