Shifters

Ever sense there’s been life and death in this world there have been gods. Powerful being who bring the powers of emotion and the elements to this world. There where 2 nations of gods the Greeks and the Egyptians. There were also spirits; they were even more powerful then the gods. The grate spirits crated the elements and all things divine and mortal.

These spirits also crated warriors called shifters. Humans with the power to change into huge powerful creatures to serve the gods and grate spirits. Shifters often had a spiritual connection to a god or some times with a grate spirits themselves. This story starts years ago in the golden age of the gods.

Prequel, fall of Rip Tide
Animals of the Aztec jungle were fleeing from the coming darkness. The ocean waves smashed into the rocky walls of a cliff side. Dark black clouds circled overhead.

Dark tentacles were finding there way out of earth “Finley ill soon be freed of this pathetic prison.” Dread growled.

Loam tried to grab Dreads mighty tentacles with vines but as soon as they touched the tentacles they died. Turning brown and then to dust in a matter of seconds.

“Its no use sister he’s to powerful!” Rip Tide Called out to Loam as he dogged Dreads many tentacles. He gave Dread a powerful water blast but it barley had an effect.

“There’s no way to beat him!” Loam cried out as she dogged more tentacles. Rip Tide realized what he had to do and flu into the middle of the swarm of tentacles. “What are you doing?” Loam shouted

Rip Tide started changing strait at Dreads body and disappeared into the dark tentacles. “You think you can defeat me?” Dread laughed as Rip Tide charged in the darkness.

Rip Tide cud feel Dread slowly draw life from him. “For Star.” Rip Tide muttered to himself as he cast an ancient spell.

“What, No!” Dread roared a light blue light radiance in the mass of dark tentacles. The blue light turned white as the dark tentacles turned to dust and Dread was cast back to his prison beneath the Underworld.

“Rip Tide!” Loam cried out for her brother. She landed and the gowned. Flowers and grass grew around her. “You can’t be gone.” After awhile Loam left to tell the other spirits that Rip Tide was gone.

Once Loam left a group of Aztec warriors were looking over the battle ground and saw a glimmer of bronze and saw a sword with the design of Rip Tide. The grate spirit of all the worlds’ seas and rivers was trapped in the form of a fine sword for many years to come.