The Five Races

My village elders always told the story of the older days of Docriola, about the 5 races. The Merfolk, beings of water. They are elegant and kind, living in their brilliant palaces under the sea. The Florain, beings of trees. Beings made of plants, they can grow all sorts of fruits that not only tasted good but had medical properties. The Windkin, beings of air. Magnificent beings with wings like eagles, which dwell in castles in the sky. The Blaze Tribe, beings of fire. Four arm beasts who are expert craftsmen and weapon forgers, who also have the power welding fire. And lastly, humans, beings of the land. They lived without turmoil, being not only friends but as one organism living in harmony with each other.

Then the war came.

It wasn't particularly a big war, but it led to big consequences. The 5 races began to lose trust in each other, and then the mistrust turned into the hatred. Eventually, the war ended, but the scars were still there.

The races built walls to keep the others from entering. After catching some spies, the races had great creatures guard their walls against unwanted trespassers.

Over the years, the meaning of this war had been lost in time. No one quite knew how it started or why. And this was how Docriola was for many years.

Until a young boy changed everything.