There is a story my mother used to tell me every single night before bed. Long before our planet came into existence, there was nothing but darkness and shadow. There was a great rift in the dark and so it was, the birth of the Ritskilio, the elemental spirits. Erif, Ria, Htrae, Naeco, Eci, Mrots and Wodahs. Fire, air, earth, ocean, ice, storm and shadow.
Back then the universe was young and empty of life. The spirits were bored and had nothing to turn to but each other. So, Erif, Ria, Htrae, Eci, Mrots and Naeco created Usnae Ari, my home planet. The planet had no life of any sort at first, then, the elemental spirits created all the animals and plants.
They were very satisfied with their work and rested for 3000 years before returning. There was nothing but the suns, the stars and the moons to watch over the new land. The spirits grew unsatisfied and added a new race to their creation, the ritskilionoso, elemental spirit-born. These 21 immortal individuals waged war for seven millennia, causing chaos and destruction. Knowing their new land would perish if they didn't stop them, the spirits created our race, the Arian sprites. Our kind banished the Ritskilionoso to the far corners of Usnae Ari, disappearing leaving no trace of their existence.
Balance returned to the planet and it lived in peace for hundreds and thousands of years. The ritskilionoso were never to be seen again. I never thought in a million years that I, of all people, would meet one.
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