The war between my people and the Foreigners started off barbaric. Clashing ideologies resulted in millions of lives being lost in the most violent of fashions. Physical bloodshed, chaos and turmoil were produced but nothing was gained.
An idea can never be forced onto someone else, especially those ideas that are rigid and at the core of the person. But, when you truly and fervently believe in the merit of your idea and it is at the core of your very being, then there must be a certain degree of rigidity in order to fight off the opposition. When presented with a directly opposing ideology, you must fight to preserve your people, and your culture from false ideals imposed by the Foreigners.
The first war manifested itself in the physical world; therefore, it was fought on the physical plane. The warriors battled with weapons and dismembered others physically but mentally they remained passionate about the ideology they fought on the behalf of. Those who fought for the Foreigners died believing their cause to be just and those that fought for the Natives felt the same just for a different set of beliefs.
At least that is what we first believed. Originally, we judged their internal state of consciousness solely based on their external actions, but the discovery of the emotional or Aurora plane turned this thinking upside down. It was uncovered that some of the warriors on either side actually believed the ideology of the side they were fighting against; but fought, not out of belief in the ideology of their nation, but out of respect for authority, or protecting their family because they were brainwashed into thinking that the Natives were the aggressors. Regardless, it proved that the war was futile. Because neither side was gaining any ground and lives were callously and pointlessly being lost.
Eventually, the nature of the war changed when with the Foreigners discovered the Aurora plane.
Their ancestors, many years before the current generation, had unearthed a crystal. It was something that would forever change the planet, but appeared to be so innocent. It was breathtaking; a simple violet rock that glistened. However, it was not the appearance that was truly world changing, rather it was what power that it possessed.
At first the discoverer knew nothing of hidden the power inside the stone. The simple beauty of the stone was enough to captivate. He tied a string around it and proudly wore it around his neck.
He paraded around proclaiming himself the leader of all the people in his land. No one had what he did and everyone was enticed by the stone, so he was crowned the first king of Taya. Up until then, there had been no need for a king; their society functioned equally and collectively and had built a metropolis for themselves. But due to the novelty of his discover, he had gained an unequal amount of power and used to his advantage.
The masses followed and adored the ‘One’ as they called him. They worshipped him and envied him for what he had in his possession. The One loved the praise. He soaked up the admiration until the point that he started actually believing in the illusionary power of the stone that the masses already blindly believed in.
He came to the conclusion that he could create anything with the crystal in hand. Of course, he tried and tried in solitude to create things that were not there, but he could not. Yet, he still believed he could! More importantly, he desperately wanted the masses to continually believe. So he would gather the crowds on a yearly basis in the King’s arena, which was in the middle of their advanced metropolis and perform astounding feats (or so it seemed). The ground would shake when he said a few powerful commands while grasping the violent stone. He would go around touching the sick with the tip of the stone and they felt as if they had been healed. He fed off the crowd’s enthusiasm. Ultimately, the spectacle ended with the most fantastic show of power: he would take the crystal, hold it to the moon and say, “be gone fowl source of illumination!” And the light would disappear from the night’s sky. The people were mystified and shouted for the king and proclaimed his glory and almightiness.
In actuality, he hadn’t done anything. The ground shaking was a result a timed collapse of nearby structures. The healing of the sick was a testimony to the power of true belief and the placebo effect. The blocking out of the moon was due to a lunar eclipse. But the people were ignorant of such astrological events because the One was the only person in possession of a true calendar that showed when these phenomena would occur. He knew when the eclipse would occur and would only set his spectacles for when was going to occur based off his calendar. He controlled all of the knowledge and history that was taught to the people; and omitted anything that would undermine his authority. Those that still possessed the ancient knowledge of the stars and the movements of heavenly bodies such as the moon would protest the king’s feats as fake and fraudulent. But they were mocked and shunned from society for believing in such absurd notions. And anyone who questioned the One was hated.
Nevertheless, the king knew when the moon would disappear. For the other theatrics, they were carried out by his most loyal servants, so the masses remained blind to the illusionary nature of this power. The people’s belief in the One’s power grew and grew.
However, even his ‘power’ was limited by the constraints of being mortal. Inevitably, his time on this planet ran out. But, right before it did, when he was lying on his deathbed, he whispered to his son, the prince, the truth behind it all.
The prince was horrified and felt betrayed. He was humiliated for believing in such a sham. This revelation motivated the son to find the truth behind the stone and the truth of the world. His son would do the things the king wished he had done.