The Inkwar

Those who think the know everything, have not yet met a Poliwompf.

''Deep in the realms of the unknown, lies a place where logic doesn't exist. Even deeper and there is a place called Unreality, where reality is a joke. Travel even deeper and you will find Nowhere, a place where those who know the secrets can control the bounds of reality. Deep in Nowhere, almost to the edge of the world, lies a place that has been at war for many years. And this war started from something that many cannot understand today. But it happened. This is the story of how the great Inkwar began.''

Chapter One: The Feild
Befor one can understand the Inkwar, one must know the feilds where it took place. Imagine a barren feild. Now imagine a cross section of it showing the depths of the earth. There are many layers. The first is a layer of loam. It is just plain old dirt. The second is a mixture of loam, lead, and ink. It is the foundation for the powers of the people of the Feild. Dig even deeper below this layer and you come across a layer of eraser loam. This is where the eraser colonies built there underground system of tunnels. Dig even deeper and you will find a concentration of mahr and loam. Mahr is a substance that both pens and pencils use. Pens use it to mark things permenately. They form it into a thick liquid that can be changed, but not destroyed. The pencils are simpler, and use it to create things that can be used for gentle items, but does not last very long. Because of the different ways mahr is used by the tribes, pencils are forgiving peoples that are not concerned with history, while pens are able to hold a grudge for millenia, and focus on th past almost more than the present. But that is besides the point. Back to our cross section of the Field. Dig past this layer of mahr and loam, and you will come to a metal that has been compressed through the ages. No one knows what is beyond the metal, and many a legend has been made.

As for the top of the Feild, the people do not use north, south, east, and west as we do, but rather they use Sci, the direction where the sun rises, Nep, the opposite direction, Erra, the direction that is to the left when looking Sciward, and Paar, the direction opposite. Now, to the Sciward direction, there is the village of the pencils. And almost a league Nepward is the slightly more impressive village of the pens. Traveling Erra, you would find the Erafeilds, where the erasers liveld before the migrated underground. Some say that they migrated because they could predict the future, and were preparing for what was to come. Some don't. If you were to travel Paar, you would find the mountains of Parch, where the creature of paper dwell.

This is what the feild was like before the Inkwar. But it is ever changing. And those who think they know everything about the feild, have not yet met a Poliwompf, creatures that can control reality, and morph the land, sea and sky. But if you can manage to kill one, you have gained a slight control over Reality and Unreality. Which is what I will explain now. Everywhere, Nowhere, and Somewhere are all places. Nowhere you already know, Everywhere is a place high in the sky that is like a veil over the Universe, and Somwhere is the Unreal plane between the Existance and Nonexistance. It is where the heart of Reality beats. The heart of Reality consists of two small energy feilds. The red one begins small. The blue one begins large. The blue one shrinks until it is the size that the red one was, and the red one expands until it is the size that the blue one once was. This all happens in one second, and it happens again, in opposite directions. It continues happening, from the beginning of Nothing to the end of Everything. The two feilds of energy exist in the same place, so the centers of the two energy spheres align perfectly. When they are both the same size, for the moment they are purple. This represents Unreality. The power of unreality comes from places where Somewhere's heart of Reality stays on Unreality for longer than it should. But to truly control Unreality, you have to be able to either control the beating of the heart, or draw power from the heart when it is on Unreality. In the Feild, Somewhere's heart is always on Unreality, meaning that to the people of the Feild, Unreality is reality.

All of this should be known to understand the Inkwar, but skipping the section will do No one any harm.

The REAL Chapter One: The Beginning
It was a stupid reason. It was beyond stupid, it was idiotic. It was moronic. It didn't even make sense. Well, if the people lived on Earht, were humans, and existed in a humanly way, it would be a stupid reason. But on the Feild, it was a very good reason to start a war. It was THE very good reason to start THE war. This is the reason. This is the Beginning.

Lapisc was of the Pencils. She was going to the well in the center of the feild, to wash her baby, when she saw one of the Pens. She greeted him, and they continued towards the well together. She brought up some water from the waterwell, and he brought up some ink from the inkwell. The both brought the buckets out of the well. Lapisc went to fetch a towel to lay her baby on. The pen was a trickster, and a stupid one at that. While Lapisc was gone, Soan, for that was the prankster's name, added a drop of ink to the waterbucket, not knowing that ink was poisonous to Pencils, and fatal to babies. When Lapisc returned, she bathed her baby directly in the bucket. Upon taking him out, she noticed that he seemed unable to move. She looked to see if he was asleep, and found, to her horror, that the baby was dead. She looked at Soan and said "You did this! You killed by baby!" Soan looked at her and replied "How was I supposed to know that ink would kill him?!" Lapisc was momentarily speechless. It was common knoledge that ink was such a high concentration of mahr that even baby pens aren't filled with ink until their second birthday. They continued arguing with each other, and this would have been fine, if a crowd had not gathered.

As said before, pens can hold grudges for a very long time. That is how the war began, for 20 years after the incident, the pencils had all but forgoten it, while the pens had forgoten all but it. So when Lapisc was diagnosed with a sickness that a very diluted and small amount of ink could cure, she thought nothing of traveling to the tribe of the pens to get the cure. She arrived at the gate to the village of the pens, and politely explained her dilemma. The pens refused, and practically kicked her out of the village. More pencils had gathered to help lapiz, and the war would have started right then and there if what happened next did not happen. It was said along time at the beginning of Nothing, that "The gentle and final cannot live together, and the war will start from a drop. But when it begins it will be forgotten again, to give chance to the ones who would die." The earth started to shake, and the two tribes back away from each other. A giant split in the ground was created, but it was as if ground was comming OUT of the chasm, instead of in. A river was created, and the two villages were swallowed up into the earth. The two tribes could not fight like this, so they returned to the place that their villages used to be.

The pencils had traveled a long way to find that a chasm surrounded an abandoned castle. The crossed a wooden bridge over the chasm and entered the castle. This began the Kingdom of Pencilia, and Pencilia was the pencils' territory of everything Sciward from the river.

The pens had traveled a long way, and when they found a well of ink, the knew they were close. So when they found a ring of mountains, the continued on through a pass, and found an abandoned castle. They did not like its lack of...stuff, but they dicided to make their kingdom here, and modify the castle to their liking. They named it the Kingdom of Nepink, and Nepink was the pens' territory of everything Nepward from the river.

It could be said that the castles were just coincidence. But that would be false, for in the realms of Nowhere, and Unreality, everything is destined to happen. The person, or thing, that created the world knew everything that would happen. He also had some control. He knew that the Pens could not live alongside the Pencils, so he gave them distance. He knew that they would wage war against each other, and did his best to stop it. Because when it comes right down to it, Pencils came from Pens. So they may not be able to like each other, but they can definitely understand each other. And that is why the Feild isn't completely void of life today.