The Primus Brothers
Despite the hundreds of stories surrounding the Origin of Men, little is known. Instead, it is best to share an amalgamation of the tales told around the adventurer’s campfire…
The Primus Brothers, and the discovery of Magic
Daedalus and Daemon Primus were never the best of friends, but were always the best of brothers. One dared not travel without the other to watch his back. Daedalus, the elder, was renowned for his courage and peerless sword arm; while Daemon was feared for his mind and fiery temper. The two mixed like oil and water, but neither doubted the other’s ability, or their own place.
Until Daemon had a vision.
One night, a nightmare came upon Daemon. It foretold the destruction of the entire human race, a great ending that would annihilate all hope of the future of men. The dream showed a cave, hidden far away, farther away from home than he had ever been. In this cave, salvation waited. It called to him, begging to be freed.
When Daemon awoke, he vividly remembered every last detail in his dream. Without delay, he mounted his horse, and rode north in search of the cave. But he had not told anyone, not even Daedalus, where he went.
Daedalus grieved as the months passed, and when he finally could hope for no longer, he ordered a funeral pyre to be built in his brother’s honor. The pyre was built; no sooner than the fire was lit, a storm erupted out of the once-clear sky. From the clouds, Daemon emerged with lightning on his heels, and fire in his hands. He claimed that he had discovered the salvation of mankind that was promised in his dream, and he offered that same salvation to anyone who was willing to receive it. All present cowered, save Daedalus. He strode up to his brother and asked only a single question: “What have you done?” Daemon smiled, and merely replied, “I have forced my will upon reality itself. When I hunger, there is food. When I shiver, there is fire. When I fight, there is death.”
The Daemon that returned was different than the one that left; the old Daemon was brash and angry, quick to words and quicker to laugh. The new Daemon rarely spoke; he spent hours away from camp, meditating on his magic. His anger had turned inwards, his fire became ice.
While most feared this new found power, there were few who sought out Daemon. He taught them each the new ways in turn. The men who turned to him grew strong, but the men who refused the power turned to fear. Fear turned to anger, and anger turned to hate. The rift between men grew, and Daemon took his followers away to avoid the inevitable bloodshed.
Daemon met Daedalus at the edge of camp as he was leaving. Daedalus said nothing as he met his brother’s gaze. Surprisingly, Daemon moved to hug Daedalus, and the two embraced each other wordlessly for what seemed like eternity. After breaking away, Daemon whispered, “Should I ever see you again, there will be death.” Some stories tell that Daemon fought back tears as he choked on the words; other say his eyes flashed with fire, and an unholy smiled tainted the words. No two stories are the same.
Regardless of intent, Daemon’s words became prophecy when they met 66 years later at The Battle of Tel Atoll.