There are two equinoxes every year. The Fall equinox, and the vernal equinox, also known as the spring equinox. My family has a long, mysterious, and secret history involving our celebration of each equinox and solstice. However, it has always been the fall equinox in which we celebrate most. A long history stands, a secret in which I am only beginning to learn. I never understood why, but somehow fate chose me. My eighteenth birthday is the only one in generations to land on the fall equinox. It will be the most celebrated and feared day in our history.
Whispers of stories passes down through the ages, the legends of humans once roaming the lands. The humans were almost forgotten, forgotten from time and the memories of those that lived.
Who wrote these legends?
No one remember.
Why was the humans brought down to near Extinctions?
No one who knew would dare recall such memories. Nor the conflicting pain they caused to those that resides in the realms.
What will happen now?
We will have to find out our selves, come along now, a story is just starting is it not?