Some say, when the Celestials died out, we were all that was left, a void, a husk, of the former magic users, tainted by darkness, wars, and violence. The legends never told us that the rivers would run cold, the valleys would deepen, the mountains grow; no one could prepare anyone for what was to come. Stories can be passed down by word of mouth or by written text, some starting at the beginning, but ours starts here, at the end and a new start. !!Trigger warnings!! -blood -gore -sexual themes -mild language -death