About twenty years ago, when I was still learning to write screenplays, I saw a documentary on Pangaea; the Supercontinent. The show purported a theory that at one time, 300 million years ago, all the continents were one.
I thought how cool it would have been if people were alive back then, and the story started taking shape.

The original idea, which is still a big part of the story, was that magic was destroying Pangaea, and that at the end, a magical event tore the continent apart into seven, plus the lost continents, Atlantis and Mu. I would tell the story through the eyes of a boy who was best friends with a magic, living stick (it’s cooler than it sounds). Still a part of the story now, though it has evolved some.

I shelved the story to write other “lesser” stories while I developed my writing and hopefully caught a break. Long story short: failed screenwriting career, sleep apnea, chronic insomnia, brain turned to mush, roughly fifteen years lost. Surgery and medication; apnea and insomnia manageable. Forget screenwriting, I’m gonna write the damn thing!

I love myth. I watched every show and documentary on every myth I could but none more than the ancient Greek, Roman, and Norse gods (at the time that’s what most were about, and I had stopped reading books back then in favor of comics). Then, as the world got smaller and information became easier to find, I watched the shows on other cultures. Over the course of two years after my surgery, Pangaea evolved from a story about two magical forces, elemental and hex, tearing the world apart, to a world where every human myth throughout history is/was real. All because I asked myself, what if, while playing WoW one day a couple of years ago.

What if everyone from the Anunnaki and Aztecs, to the Ikenga and Asgardians, from the Greys to the Lamassu, Tengu, and the Deva, and many others. From Atlantis to Mu to the Mountains of Kong and the Seven Cities of Gold, and that’s just the beginning. Every creation myth to every myth in general; Vampires, Amazons, Shapeshifters, Dragons, etc. All of them. All real. All walking the Earth at the same time 300 million years ago. How cool would that be if all our myths came from real beings, real places, and real events that happened long ago and survived in our folk tales and legends? Then, I just thought, why would their problems be any different from ours?

And so, about a year and a half ago, Pangaea; the End of Days was published. It was a mistake I’d likely make again.

Next post: How and why the End of Days need to die and Age of Immortals (which was the age before the End of Days) needed to represent the entire era.