Do you know of dragons, little one?

They are lumbering beasts with rippling muscles that scream power. They are beings of old that once littered the skies like the spilt ink of pens, and dominated all battlefields with a ruthlessness unseen since. 

Dark as though a giant’s ink plot had fallen over and spilled onto the map of all there was, drowning the inhabitants in murkiness. Dark as though the sun that burned so hot and so high in the sky was snuffed out like little more than a candle. Dark as though evil seeped from the ground to spread it’s pestilence throughout the world known as Ethos.

It began as things often do, in darkness.

Little existed save an impending blackness of nothing, surrounded on all sides by only a similar sea of the empty. Perhaps, one could have said it was a sea full of things that were lacking.

It was from within the realms that lay below they first appeared. They wore what the humans first mistook as armour, scales of a blackness so dark they could have been peeled from the night itself. They lumbered out from the Underworld, hulking masses of muscle that screamed power when they walked.

To have the sole purpose of aiding a race that sought to end your own was a hard thing for the Fairies of Ethoas to endure so soon after given life. Like the Humans, the Fairies were of their creators own mind. Beings that, like him, held nature in a place above all others. Though their entrance into the world was not yet meant to be when it happened. Human jealousy and anger had seen to the end of their mutual creator, and the premature birth of a species not yet entirely ready for the world

Created by something they could not understand, Humans were born onto Ethoas with intentions as pure as their own. Though something the Human’s maker did not account for was emotion. Something that brought ruin.