The History of Theralith
“Gather around young ones, and hear the tale of our world.” The old storyteller said as
the young children came running into the room. He was in his early seventies, had a long white
mustache that connected to his long beard of the same color. His long hair matched that of his
facial hair, hanging just above his shoulders. He almost looked like a wizard, just without the
wand and the special outfit. He was, however, wearing a long evening blue robe that hung just
above his ankles. The children all sat down in a half circle on the floor at the foot of his old
wooden stool. He took his place in front of the audience making hand motions and moving to
view different people as he spoke. “It all began many millennia ago,” He introduced. “After the
world began and we, the Sarins, and other races had covered the earth, after the isles of the sea
were discovered and the mountain caverns were mapped by the Calrins, the Dynads separated
themselves from the rest of the world.
“The Dynads were a group of magicians. They practiced arts of the ancients and learned
the secrets of the universe. They learned spells and formulas to heal wounds, to make whole the
sick and calm troubled lives.
“They separated themselves from the world and headed into the land southward.
Shartrust, their land, is a country that is not known to our world still today. It is guarded by a
giant mountain gate of sheer cliff the entire distance of the world. One would be foolish to
attempt climbing those endless walls. They disappear into the sky as one looks at them. Those
who have thought to go around the mountains by way of the ocean have only found that it
continues along the ocean border. The reason that they separated themselves from us is that they
live at a higher standard than us. They live in a world where lies are never heard, in a world
where theft doesn’t exist, in a world where murder is not thought of. The Dynad powers aid
them in overcoming these mortal shortcomings. The valley is said to be staggeringly beautiful.
It is said to be covered with trees and tall grasses. Where cities are located, there are no walls
and houses have no need for locks. Fences are used only as markers for holy or reverenced
grounds, usually for places of worship and for the guarding of the graves of their dead. Plants of
all varieties grow within this valley, and rivers, streams, and lakes cover the landscape.
“There are, however, some spells, special spells, which require herbs, sometimes flowers,
or other such plants that do not grow within their valley. On such occasions they must leave the
valley and come into our world to search for them. Meeting a Dynad in our world is rare, and
should you ever have the opportunity to meet one it is destiny that you should meet. Dynads are,
for the most part, a very friendly people who enjoy interaction.
“Their powers in reality were great and they were able to help many lives. But these
powers needed to be controlled, and the power to control these spells and forces required of
much time and training. Many of the Dynads were able to gain the ability to perfect and enhance
these powers to help the world in many more ways.
“Unfortunately, there were others who, although they had the power to control these
forces, they did not have the pure hearts to use these powers for good. One of these was Petros.
“Petros began as a small apprentice to a very powerful and very well known Dynad. His
master taught him of the necessary power and self control to work the powers of the Dynads and
over time he became incredibly powerful.
“As time passed, he became a master and began to not only perfect his powers, but also
to enhance them. As he began to enhance his powers, he began to realize the endlessness of the
power that he really had. He could create, change, or destroy anything he wanted. As he
discovered that he had the power to change human hearts and desires, his own heart changed
from what a Dynad should be, to one of evil intent.
“Of course, although he had the ability to change hearts and desires, he was only able to
affect those who were weak and vulnerable. Those who were strong of heart and mind did not
fall prey to his powers.
“He began enhancing and using his powers in evil ways, plotting to conquer the world.
Those around him did not know of his plans and he did not plan on making them known to
anyone. He continued learning, plotting, and deciding how he could complete his evil scheme.
One day another Dynad happened upon his hidden plot as he passed by the house of Petros to
visit. The news was spread far and wide and the Dynads unanimously voted him exiled from the
valley of Shartrust forever.
“He went to a land in the north, far north of the Northern Forest. As he migrated there,
with the aid of his evil powers and cunning words Petros gained followers. With his evil powers
he convinced those who were weak to follow him. Now those he managed to convince were not
a few, but he did not have enough followers to be able to conquer the world just yet. With the
aid of his followers, or slaves, as they could be called, he built a castle in the north and began his
“He, with much patience, worked slowly and calmly to gain the followers that would help
him conquer the world. He went from one town to another using his black magic to change the
hearts of the people in his favor. Using his evil spells he would change the desires of the people
and make them his peons in the great revolution that he began. As he gained followers, there
were many who were pure of heart and strong willed who were unaffected by his evil powers.
They became the only freedom-fighting group of rebels.
“As Petros gained power, the small group of rebels began to search for a way to defeat
him and overcome his evil powers. They knew there had to be a way so they began their
difficult life-threatening search.
“They split into small groups to cover more ground and to be able to stay better hidden
from the knowledge of Petros. They searched across all the land. The thought of going to
Shartrust passed through no mind since no one knew the entrance through the towering mountain
gate, nor the origin of the evil magician. The Dynads not only kept the entrance hidden, but it
was also closed with a spell that only they knew how to use to open it.
“One of the men in this rebel group, Jaren by name, discovered the origin of Petros and
his black power. He headed to the land of Shartrust with little knowledge as to what to expect.
Upon arriving at the towering mountain gate he began searching for a way, any way, to get
across to the land of the Shartrust. Fate smiled upon him then, for he came across a Dynad who
was searching for needed herbs that don’t grow in their land. He explained the situation and was
guided to the heart of the land of Shartrust.
“There the Dynads assisted Jaren and his small team to understand the background of
Petros and the history behind his powerful ascension. They helped the group to unravel the
mystery of how to unlock the powers to destroy the evil magician’s powers and put an end to his
“The group slowly headed towards the castle of the evil Dynad, hoping and praying for
the ability to overcome him.
“Meanwhile, through his minions, Petros discovered the little rebel group and realized the
threat they brought to his evil plot. He summoned seven black stallions, and with his evil powers
gave them wings and a voice of flattery to lull the rebels into his power. Their voices had
powers to control the minds of those they captured, power to remove the will from the person
they had trapped. Upon creating these creatures, he sent them on the mission to seek out and
destroy the small rebel group that held the knowledge that threatened him.
“Slowly the stallions tracked down members of the rebel group one by one, drawing them
to their doom with their powerful, evil voices. As the rebels discovered this new threat, they
hurried in their attempts to reach the castle of the evil Dynad.
“Finally, after so much time and effort the group reached the castle of the evil one. By
this time their group had been reduced to three, and they had to move quickly and quietly to
accomplish their life threatening task.
“They entered the castle, searching everywhere. They went from the towers to the
dungeons and from the entrance to the gardens, but, to their horror, were unable to find what they
had come for. They headed for the entrance of the castle to try a search once more and with new
hopes set out again, this time going in different directions to cover more ground. Jaren, as he
was searching the castle, happed upon the hidden quarters of Petros quite by accident. As he was
searching one of the corridors, he tripped and pushed sideways one of the statues that lined the
walls. To his surprise it didn’t fall to the floor and break into pieces. Instead, it stopped on its
way down and one of the tapestries on the wall in front of him magically moved along with the
wall opening as if it were a door. He began searching the room from top to bottom. Upon
hearing something, he turned to the door of the room to see Petros standing there with an angry
smirk on his face.
“’Looking for this?’ he asked. He had his left hand palm up and his right hand a few
inches above his left with the palm down. Between the two hands, hovering in mid air was a
green gem glittering in the little light that there was in the room. It slowly rotated of its own
accord as Petros held it there. Jaren looked at it with interest and fear. It was the Dynad Stone!
The Dynad Stone was the rock that held the powers of the Dynad, and the only way to his
“As a Dynad began learning spells and gaining power, he had to search out a Dynad
Stone to house his powers within it. Now this could not be just any stone. It had to be a stone
that was clear enough for light to pass through. At first a Dynad would have to rely completely
on the stone to use his powers, but as he advanced and perfected his powers, one could gain
control of his powers to a point when he no longer needed the stone. Petros moved his hands to
his chest and left the stone there as if it were a necklace. It hovered magically in front of him.
Petros put his hands in front of him again in the same position they had been in just moments
“Jaren realized that he was no match for the evil powers of Petros, and without a power
of his own could not defend himself. As Petros positioned his arms, he turned his hands so that
the palms were facing outward. Jaren, looking on in sudden fear, knew that he had to do
something or he would be destroyed.
“Suddenly, Petros was knocked to the floor and, with no way to hold it, the Dynad Stone
sailed across the floor. Jaren ran to it, moving as quickly as he could to avoid Petros. The stone
slid to a halt and Jaren snatched it up. He turned to the doorway to see his two friends were
about to be destroyed by Petros’ powers. Jaren looked down at the stone in his hand; the Dynads
had taught him the things that he needed to do to stop the evil king.
“Jaren held the stone the way Petros had when he entered. Petros, feeling the power that
was exerted by the stone, his stone, turned, shocked that a human would know how to use the
Dynad powers against him. Jaren released the powers of the stone with the spell that the Dynads
had taught him, and the human form of Petros was destroyed.
“Although his body had been destroyed, Petros’ spirit lived on, and Jaren was not willing
to risk the chance that he should become incarnate again. Using the Dynad Stone, he cast a spell
on the castle that trapped the evil spirit within its own castle walls. To help guard the castle, he
placed the seven winged horses around the entrances and turned them to stone, leaving them with
a protection spell. With three at the east and west entrances, and four at the south, the castle was
“Knowing that the stone held the power to free the evil spirit of Petros, also known as the
Evil Force, Jaren broke the Dynad Stone into four parts and hid them in various parts of the
“As the legend goes, one day one with an evil heart will begin to search for the four parts
of the Dynad Stone. In his quest he will free the Evil Force and Petros will reign once more in
his evil power.” The old storyteller grew silent and his body relaxed. He shrank back a small
distance before saying anything. When he spoke again, his words were soft and humble. “It is
also said that another freedom fighter will come forth. One of the decedents of Jaren who does
not realize his own power will stop the evil force and the world shall live in peace once more.”
The old storyteller smiled at the small group of children. They smiled back. “Now, run along
children, and always remember that nothing in this world happens by chance. Destiny always
leads our lives.” All the children took off running from the room. All excited to go and play in
the light of the day. All, that is, except one. The old storyteller approached him slowly.
“Zoran, aren’t you going to go play?” The child didn’t appear to hear the question; he
seemed to be immersed in deep thought. “Zoran,” he said as he put his hand on Zoran’s
shoulder. Zoran started as his concentration was broken and he looked up at the old man.
“I’m sorry.” Zoran quickly replied. The old storyteller gently smiled.
“What were you thinking about?”
“How can the evil force be loosed if Jaren hid the four parts of the stone?” The old
storyteller stood erect, towering over the young child who was sitting on the floor.
“The four parts of the stone must be found. Who shall discover them, we do not know. It
may be the person who plans on freeing the force, and it may not. But one thing we do know.
The descendent of Jaren shall bring the reign of the evil force to an end once more, and hopefully
this time it shall be forever.” Zoran looked at the wooden floor. His six year old mind couldn’t
understand how it was possible that everything the old storyteller had explained could ever come
to pass. Zoran looked back up at the old storyteller and smiled. The old storyteller in return
“Go my young one. Your mind will yet understand many things.” Zoran stood up as the
old man had commanded and walked out of the room. It would be many years before he fully
understood the many things that he had heard that day....