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Since the dawn of humanity, people have wondered where we came from, why are we they way we are, and how did we as a group come to be. Resent Archaeological discoveries have shown people that we may have "evolved" from primitive apes. There are many who believe this, but they are wrong. Though we are similar, there is no distinct connection between Homo-sapiens and Primates. The truth, to those that know, is much, much more devastating.

It all begins before humans, before earth, before everything, back to a time before times, a place outside of everything, a world known as Prius-quislebet. This is the dwelling of the Supernus, a being that was above all, that controlled all that is, was, and will be. Most societies on earth call it the god. But despite being immortal and with infinite power, it was never satisfied, but then a thought came to him,
If I split myself and my power, I can be more than anything! So he divided up his body and his power into different vessels, each having one specialty. For a time, all of the new Supernus lived in peace and harmony. They even combined their powers to create the universe. They all ruled over their new creation, judging what to do with it. But soon, argument broke out. The Supernus were debating on what life would be like. They all wanted it to be in their own image to glorify them selves. They fought and fought until a compromise was reached. They would each create two beings, one male and one female, they may be in whatever form they wish, but the creator must let it's creation handle it's own affairs. All agreed and the chose a small blue and green planet orbiting a yellow star midway out in it's galaxy.

All of the new beings resembled their creator. The Supernus of fire created beings of plasma. The Supernus of water made beings to inhabit the oceans. And so on until the last being was created to inhabit the planet. For many thousands of years, they watched their creations lived together. All was well on the little planet, all the new life lived together happily and without hatred. . . for the most part. . .

One race, known as Terans, had been secretly been trying to claim the world for their own. They had not been gifted with any spectacular ability, legends say of the first Terans having immense power, rivaling that of a god, but in that day and age, nobody had anything.The closest Terans had to a power is intelligence and innovation. They could make tools and weapons.Other races could conjure storms with a flick of a wrist, or make lava pour from the earth with a word, but nothing for a Teran. The despised everything else for it, and slowly, they built up an army to destroy every other being on the planet, and those that tried to stop them, would be destroyed as well. Over the years the Teran flag swooped across continents. All that was not Teran was destroyed, or so they thought.

During the war, They other creations discovered ways to hide themselves among the Terans. Their numbers were small, but enough to keep from dying out. Some of them made small rebellions but all of them were futile. As time went on, The Terans changed and forgot about their past. They didn't even remember the creatures they had despised so much, despite them living among them. It has been nearly ten thousand years since the Terans wiped the planet. The Year is Eleven Hundred. The Terans inhabit every continent but that hasn't stopped the other beings created by the Supernus. Now their numbers are formidable, and are almost ready to exact revenge on the Terans.

ring A note sounded out into the town's main courtyard, ring another. soon more noted sprang fourth, then small lyre rung out with a beautiful melody, soon, people began to gather, watching the man strum solemnly at the small harp. They all stared in amazement, most had not heard music in a long time, living in a small village had the effect of isolating it's people. As the dark haired man played, people began setting small trinkets in front if him, the better dressed left coins, those who looked as if they had been underground their whole life left grain and meat, he as thankful, but it still brought no consolation to his soul, he did this to survive, not to entertain, he knew, that amoung these, their lie at least one creature who had stolen from him his happiness, they were clever, but he still played on, hoping he could spot them out. He closed his eyes and began strumming anew. This time, the notes were sharp, sticatto, ending in a point, the air began to get colder and snow seemed to fall. It was a cloudy day, as were most in the late of the year. Perfect conditions Will thought, To end a life

Alexandra White Meldena Canterberry-McArthur, or as her few friends called her Val, was sitting in town, right smack in the center of town, doing her hair. People walk by on either side of her staring like she was some crazy woman. Then again if you had seen again if you had seen a relatively young girl sitting alone in the middle of town doing her hair wouldn't you have given her a weird look. However, none of that was their reasoning for staring in such a blatantly rude way. It was the color of her hair that made them stare. It was not red, nor brown, nor even blonde. In fact it was all those colors and more. Her hair was a rainbow, a vibrant show of red, oranges, yellows, greens, blues and purples. The blue was the shiniest color. It stood out for all to see.

When the girl had tied her long hair up into two pony tails on the sides of her head with a piece of straw she stood and walked over to the man playing. She hummed a little to the music and then sat down closer to him the rest of the crowd. She sat there all while he was playing and when the crowd started to thin she smiled at him.

"You do not play to entertain do you?" Her voice did not quite match her body. She was small and childish in appearance but her voice was old and mature and almost wise.