Primordials

Backstory

Primordials Faction Backstory:

My brothers and father always over-complicated life, “technology” this and “intelligence” that. Strength comes from a being’s heart and two hands and it's as simple as that. I’ve always been naturally bigger than everyone I know, whether it was because I intimidated my family or made them feel physically inferior, I don’t know. But they always seemed to be deterred by my presence. Don’t get me wrong, it hasn't ever bothered me. What bothers me is that my family have never just been happy with their own natural being, they were always seeking more, whether it be knowledge, money or relationships. Happiness comes from within, and that is why they will never truly be happy. Maybe it’s because I’m a female and the longing for male dominance runs deep through their veins. Regardless, I don’t need pride, power or any outside justification for my existence.

I didn’t feel any emotion when my brothers left, I could see it coming for a long time. Three nitwits and an insufferable father, constantly bickering about what’s right or wrong and the way we move this world forward. I just needed to be around simplicity. Perhaps one day I would find other beings that had my way of thinking. One could only hope.

As my brothers left, so did my father. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved at the whole situation, their constant self-loathing was really starting to get to me. Why couldn’t they just be happy, or at least content? I stayed where I was, our old home, now my home, rebuilt into my own image with my own two hands. It only took around a month. In all honesty, for that month I enjoyed the peace and quiet, but then I grew bored. So with an already large obsession in bettering my physique and a need to be ready for anything my siblings were planning against me, I created a training arena filled with equipment for any combat and self-defence needs. Day in, day out, for nearly a year I trained Jiu-jitsu, karate, Jeet Kune Do; You name it I had become a master in these beautiful arts. So I thought.

After a few months, one afternoon during a hard session of training, I heard leaves ruffling to my rear. Without hesitation, with my staff in hand I swiftly turned to face my potential aggressor. Just as I had begun to turn, a metal object flew past my left ear and decapitated the combat dummy in front of me, I remember hearing the object slicing through the air, getting louder each inch it got closer to my body. Now just to clarify, I am huge in comparison to most, if this being wanted to hit me, it most definitely could have, additionally, with the precision this object was thrown I could tell that this was a warning shot, intended to scare, not to penetrate me. I continued to turn, staff in hand, enacting the defence stance I had mastered in anticipation of another shot from this unknown attacker. Was it one of my brothers here to prove a point? If not, why was this aggressor choosing to pick a fight with someone as huge and well maintained as me? Whatever the reason, I was about to teach this being a lesson they would never forget.

As our eyes met, I noticed from my peripheral vision that this being was of similar build to me, this was unusual as I was always used to towering over everyone around me. He was certainly male. As our eyes locked, I could see that his face was holding more of a menacing look rather than an aggressive one, he was unarmed after throwing his weapon past me, his hands were in the air, as if I had a gun to him. Was he challenging me or surrendering? Why would he surrender after having the drop on me? I slowly put my staff to the floor as a sign of parlé, and as soon as it hit the ground, he charged at me. My instincts took over, I blocked his first blow, then the second, but before I knew it I was on my back, knocked over by this magnificent mountain of a man. He stood back, still with that menacing look on his face, almost enticing me to react. I instantly kicked back up and started to throw blows. No matter a left, right or uppercut, he blocked them with ease. His now menacing expression changed to a smile, as if he was enjoying it! The fact I couldn't land a blow and furthermore the audacity of him to smile, as if I was such an easy opponent infuriated me further.

I dug deep and tried to remember my training, varying my attacks in an attempt to mask every blow before I threw them. The way he weaved through my shots like a needle through fabric, with such elegance was beautiful to bear witness to. For every dodged blow he could have countered with one of his own, but he didn’t. At this point I knew he meant me no harm, or was he playing with his prey? Either way, he seemed to be enjoying every second of it. I couldn’t land a single blow. I couldn’t deny that this form of combat was enjoyable for me too. I was shell shocked, a constant year of training and I couldn’t land a single blow. I had only ever trained against inanimate objects before, and there in that moment, I realised what I had been missing in this life. Someone that can challenge me physically and push me to the pinnacle of my limits, someone who would make me dive into places within myself I could never reach on my own. My frustration turned to a smile. We continued to sparr until the sun grew dim, until we were both so exhausted that neither one of us could no longer throw a blow. No speaking, we didn’t need to, just the synchronisation of our bodies bobbing and weaving within each other in perfect symmetry, like a dance. At least that's what it felt like anyway. Who knew that engaging in physical combat with someone provided such a strong connection, not of the mind, but of the body and its reactions, bonding with each movement.

After knocking me to the ground for the final time, he offered his hand out, I embraced. Breathlessly, I exclaimed “how?… how did you better me in every form of combat?” He just smiled and replied “let me teach you.”

I don’t remember much from that evening, I couldn’t take my eyes off him and I could tell he was as infatuated with me as I was with him. This epiphanous moment had changed my life. I didn’t know I was lonely until I met him. Much to my disbelief, I must admit, I began to understand what my brother Dire had always longed for, companionship in others. Loneliness can send anyone into the depths of despair, and although I was happy within myself I clearly didn’t know what I was missing. I used to say happiness comes from within, which is still true, but happiness can also be found in those around you. A valuable lesson I needed to learn, a lesson that I am ever thankful for, a lesson that has subconsciously indebted me to this beast who has since stuck by me from the very first day we met. I would follow him into any battle and I knew he would do the same for me.

I may not be smart in the conventional terms, but I understand what is real and what it takes to be a leader, and if anyone dared to utter a word against us, believe me, they wouldn’t remember their own name for at least a week. That is true strength, a being that can hold their own no matter what the situation. That is why we should be the ones to lead this world into its new era. I have always been able to stand on my own two feet and defend myself or my views, but with him I feel stronger than I've ever been. We are primordial beings, different to any other, that is our strength.