Deep below the tranquil surfs of the sea lies a world unseen by all that dwell on land. A race that makes their home cradled in the very heart of the mother ocean.
The Myr.
Many years ago a great storm struck, ravaging both land and sea. Not even the Myr in thier age old cities were safe from natures wrath. Walls crumbled, cities and fortifications, all was plunged into darkness. It was assumed that the Myr had fallen to the depths.
Years later the ocean waves lap upon the shore gently as water kisses land. An elderly couple and their grandaughter are walking along in the sand, leaving footprints to be washed away in their wake.
"Granma! Granpa! Come look!" The child suddenly calls.
For a young woman has been washed up upon the beach. A young woman with fins and gils...
