((Hello and welcome to my first ever fan-fiction. I do not know how long this will be, and I will be accepting a very limited number of applications. It is mainly designed for the purpose of being a precursor to the stories of The Clockworks Renegades, and also to Spiral Story. I highly suggest that you read both of those.))

((ahem, all references to names, places, people, or events implicated by the following passage are purely fictional and are not meant in any way shape or form to implicate anything.))

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'Long before the time of the Knights, before the Almirian empire, before the clockworks, before wolvers, lumbers, etc, there was a planet. And on that planet, there lived a race, much unlike the Knights, taller yet less durable. They were fully biological, much like the wolvers and gremlins of today. Their race was one of constant strife and suffering. Separated at its founding, the several civilizations were never able to work together, always fighting and warring with each other.

And so the life was for this mysterious race, a constant struggle for existence. But they had one advantage over the elements around them, one thing that would finally offset the struggles that only they fought -- civilization'

Torx looked up from the ancient transcription of the even more ancient tome, up from his translation guides and theories on syntax, up from that which he had been working on since he realized they threat they were facing ((see The Clockwork Renegades)). That was as far as the books had worked, from there was mystery, a piece of knowledge untouched since the birth of Cradle as it now is. But Torx had to change that. He had to discover what was in the tomes, lest all life on Cradle be reduced to nothing by the fatally infectious void.

Pondering their seemingly impossible predicament, he went back to translating -- a slow and arduous task.

'They were the only ones who could change the world, learn it, manipulate it. They conquered the elements, bending water and fire to do as they wished. They designed machines and weapons to defend themselves, more than adequate replacements for the claws and fangs they lacked. They developed medicine, physics, chemistry, astrology, philosophy -- and with this knowledge at their ringer tips, they began the ultimate search: That for a true understanding of existence.

The longer they thought about how, the more they did. They built cities, structures based not on natural phenomena, but on their own ideas of pragmatism and form. They killed the world, and rebuilt it in their image. They had become the masters, as Nature once was.

But they eventually found they could go no farther. Of course, they could travel faster and farther and in more luxury than their ancestors had even dreamed of, but it seemed not that they would find the end to their quest, no meaning, no true answers.

Until two of them discovered it. Daniel James and Michael Bayne were their names,' What strange names they had Torx thought. ' and they had found the salvation of their race. A wonderful bliss fell over them, for now they could have everything. No danger, no threat, just pure happiness.

Then they created The Games.'

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((Well, that's it for the first chapter, and I know its kinda monologue-y. It will relate to Spiral Knights and it will have actual characters, just wait a few days. Tell me what you guys think of this below, and thanks a lot for reading!))