Long ago, in the mystical realm of Enotia, there existed a world of extraordinary beauty and enchantment. A tapestry of lush green lands stretched as far as the eye could see, adorned with the vibrant hues of blooming flowers aplenty. Majestic mountains stood tall, their peaks seemingly touching the heavens. Crystal clear rivers meandered through the landscape, their gentle whispers harmonizing with the symphony of nature that surrounded them. As the sun's golden rays bathed the land in warmth, it unveiled an array of breathtaking scenery that seemed to be pulled straight from the dreams of poets and painters alike. Gentle breezes brushed against the cheeks of the inhabitants, carrying with them the fragrant scent of wildflowers and the joyous melodies of songbirds. Everywhere one turned, friendly faces greeted each other with genuine warmth and kindness. It was a world untouched by the shadows of conflict, where peace reigned supreme. The people of Enotia reveled in the simplicity of life, cherishing the bonds of friendship and the tranquility of their land. Long ago, Enotia was a land of unparalleled beauty, where every soul that called it home knew nothing but harmony and love.
In this extraordinary world, where different races and the wonders of magic thrived side by side, a beautiful harmony once enveloped the land. It was a harmonious tapestry woven with respect, understanding, and unity. However, this idyllic existence was abruptly shattered when a merciless plague descended upon the realm. The devastation it brought was beyond description – a cruel and heart-wrenching tragedy that left no corner untouched. Lives were lost, families torn apart, and dreams shattered into countless fragments. The once vibrant streets echoed with cries of pain and despair, overshadowing the laughter and joy that had once filled the air. Fear and uncertainty gripped the hearts of each individual, as blame and animosity began to poison the foundations of this once peaceful society. The bond of unity that held them together was weakened, replaced by suspicion and mistrust. It was a dark time, where the very essence of humanity was tested.
The humans begane to resent the magical races, and in turn the non human races resented the humans. Soon, their hatred bubbled to the surface, and the once peaceful and harmonious society soon turned into a bloody and merciless battle ground. Even amongst the non-human races, divisions arose as some aligned with humanity, further exacerbating the conflict.
“Those demons! They caused this! They used their magic to curse us all” The humans would shout, fists balled tight.
“Those horrible humans! Blaming us when they’re the ones who probably started this!” The magical races would argue.
In the realm of the gods above, a rather peculiar sight unfolded before their divine eyes - a war among mortals, fueled by a reason trivial to their devine gazes that the gods couldn't help but chuckle. Amused grins formed as they observed humans and other beings locked in a senseless conflict over a matter that appeared embarrassingly trivial from the gods' perspective. It was a spectacle that tickled the gods' sense of irony, for amidst the chaos a lesson seemed to emerge. The gods understood that mortal lives were fleeting and filled with the pursuit of power and trivial matters in the grand scheme of things. They saw how mortals, blinded by their own self-importance, would wage war and sacrifice their brethren. Yet, among the gods who found humor in this chaotic war, there were also those who couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity.
They sympathized with the needless suffering and destruction inflicted upon the mortals and wished for a peaceful resolution. They knew that the plauge wasn’t any one mortals fault, and they couldn’t help that their feeble bodies were weak to such sicknesses. The gods, in their infinite wisdom, watched this spectacle of mortals clashing with mixed emotions – a blend of amusement and compassion that mirrored the complexity of the human world they were observing.
In the midst of the devastating plague that ravaged the mortal realm, there was one god whose heart ached with immense pity and deep compassion. Her name was Hypasia, a kind and benevolent goddess revered for her domain over medicine, healing, and mercy. As she observed the mortals she had sworn to protect being tragically picked off one by one by the merciless plague, a crushing sense of depression and guilt threatened to engulf her. Hypasia couldn't help but blame herself for this catastrophic event, feeling as though the suffering was her own fault. Each life lost only intensified her sense of despair, magnifying the burden of responsibility she carried. Consumed by remorse, Hypasia became determined, more than ever, to find a way to alleviate the anguish and bring an end to the suffering that swelled within her beloved mortal children.
The reason she wasn’t there to watch over the mortals, was because she herself had fallen ill. She believed it was her duty to aid the mortals in their time of need, but unfortunately she was bedridden due to her recent childbirth. She couldn’t let the war go on any longer, so accompanied by her husband Agier, god of water and weather, and their newborn child, they would offer their healing touch. Weeks passed as Hypasia and Agier tirelessly worked to alleviate suffering and prevent the war from spreading further.
As the time went by, they became more aquatinted with the mortals, enough to even call them friends. The mortals gave Hypasia, Agier, and their child a medium sized tent to stay in whilst they were there. However, although they were trying their best to mend the relations of all mortal races, not all were pleased with their meddling.
“They must be evil! Why else would they be siding with the demons!!” The humans would shout.
“How cruel of them to forgive those horrible humans. They must not be on our side.” The magical races protested.
Eventually the distrust formed into a plan. Under cover of darkness, a human assailant struck a fatal blow to Hypasia. In her moments of agony, her screams roused Agier, who desperately tried to save her from the clutches of death. Unbeknownst to him, a human chose that opportune moment to snatch away their baby. Consumed by grief over the loss of his wife, Agier unleashed a tempestuous storm, drowning all in his path.
The mortals, who now realized what they had done screamed in fear as their lives were crushed by the roaring waves of Agiers anguish. But even amidst her betrayal, Hypasia summoned her remaining strength and casted a spell. Small islands emerged from the depths, carrying the surviving people to safety. With her last breath, she ensured the safety of her child through a final protective incantation before she promptly passed out in her husband’s arms, asleep for eternities to come.
However, fate had woven a tapestry with an unexpected twist. As the island, intended to be the sanctum for Hypasia's child alone, materialized, an accidental resident emerged - a fairy named Erik. Torn from his loving family and cast into the unforgiving waters, Erik found himself washed ashore on the very island that now sheltered a solitary baby.
Now, a hundred years have passed since that fateful night.
The world has almost completely healed, but the scars of the past still linger. Although most people have learned from their ancestors mistakes, some still cling onto their hatred.
In a peculiar realm where an infinite shoreline stretches as far as the eye can see, a mysterious island stands in solitude. Populated by a diminutive fairy named Erik and an enigmatic individual lacking both name and gender, the island hits a turning point when a peculiar pirate, Mane, fatefully washes ashore. After countless centuries of insular existence, this unexpected meeting prompts the trio to embark on an extraordinary journey beyond the boundaries of their secluded sanctuary, delving into the vast expanse of the sea.
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