the 100 years war

The Aradrites and the Tirians

In the beginning, 100'000 years before the Ritalmne massacre, there were Gods ruling the galaxy and multiple planets, two of them were Lifra and Maro, the god of life and death. Everything Lifra would create, Maro would destroy. In a lifeless galaxy that is now called Xystria, Lifra would find rocks big enough to serve as planets and spread a life creating bacteria that evolves in consideration of its environment into a species that would be able to live on said planet. On a planet called Brahda, the bacteria evolved for many years until it would create the Tirians, or Angels as they are more known as. A strong, resilient species able to resist to heat that would most of the time exceed the 200* Fahrenheit (93* Celsius) due to how close their sun was to their planet. They were created with no idea of how to reproduce, how to make the species flourish. To figure it out, they had to do everything in their power. One of these ways was cutting one of their fingers or toe off, done in a move of desperation since they couldn't find a way to do it properly as years went by and more Tirians were dying, their number going down as years went by. It did give them a result, the Adritiation. This process was basically when the cut finger or toe would grow into an egg. At first the attempt was hopeless since the lone egg wouldn't hatch even after many months went by, but a century later it finally hatched. But the result was far from pleasing, especially since the Tirians had since then figured out how to reproduce and were already building their own city on Brahda, growing so much in number that soon enough, the city expanded to cover up the entire planet. The Adritied Tirian was shamed and mocked from birth, the same for its parental figure and soon enough they were exiled out of the city, on their own. After time went by they witnessed the violence in the world that was developing quickly, wild beasts and animals, the Adritied Tirian had only one thought in mind; to survive and become strong enough to build itself its own city to show the Tirians how it existence was far from a mistake and it was something to be proud of, not ashamed. Its parental figure would soon die by the hand of a wild beast while protecting their child, now at least 100 years of age. In honor of their sacrifice, the Aridrited Tirian decided to name itself at last, since their parental figure was named Ara and the process of its creation was named Adrite, meaning created by a small piece, it decided the name Ara'adrite. Not quite original from its young mind, but it didn't know any better. The first Aradrite was born.

Ara'adrite was not in safety, yes it found itself a name, but now its protector was dead and the wild life would soon enough target it next, luckily it didn't have enough meat to feed any of the large animal, all the meat being located in the face, the least enjoyable part of an animal to eat, but its entire body was basically a nice meatless chew toy with a juicy surprise when one would break it, blood. It had to be careful too, because a broken bone was easy in the wild, one wrong move, one wrong step and a bone could break. While Ara'adrite did manage to make more eggs, taking up all 3 of its fingers on one of its hands, it was afraid not to be able to live long enough to see the eggs hatch. So during the entire century that it would take for the eggs to hatch, Ara'adrite did its best to keep them safe and sound, doing its best to find a place of safety where nothing would attack them. Sadly enough, while yes, it did manage to see its offsprings, it wasn't for long as the same animal that had killed Ara so many years ago came and attacked, looking for something to chew on. Ara'adrite sacrificed itself to save its children. The animal didn't attack in an act of free violence or hatred toward the Aradrites, it only wanted to have something to chew on, so the animal left once it had what it wanted, leaving the rolling head of Ara'adrite near its offsprings who all were hit by the cruel reality of the world not even at the age of 10. As years went by, the Aradrite tried their best to survive and make as many eggs as possible so their species wouldn't die off.

In the year -20 (in the Aradrite calendar), Ara'don was born, all Aradrites in this time having the prefix Ara' before their name in honor of Ara'adrite and Ara. When he was born, the Aradrites were still not many, killed quickly, rarely living longer than 100 years, the life expectancy being not more than 20 years. Ara'don had hopes to make the species flourish like Ara'adrite had wanted to do so many years before Ara'don's birth. He was looking up to the future. He wished on every shooting star he'd see and one day, the star answered. A meteorite flying at full speed came crashing in their way, ripping off a part of Brahda, the planet not exactly settled on an orbit and drifting further away from the sun they were near from when the Tirians were created. There were only a few Aradrite survivors after this accident, most of them decapitated or intact, there were no in between. When this meteorite crash landed on the planet, it ripped off about half the planet, which floated aimlessly in the large empty void that is space, not being exactly spherical or flat. The Tirians were affected too by this impact, many of them burning to a crisp and dying. Only a few of them survived and this was enough for them to survive and recover from this devastating event that had been caused by a fight in between Maro and Lifra.