The Exotics(ON HOLD)

We are the last of the Ancients; the last race of eleven. Sure, there are other creatures out there but none like my kind. We were shaped in the image of one of the eleven creators themselves. And one of the first eleven to ever exist. We are a proud race, happy and thriving unlike any of the others before us. The thing is though, the other lower species who also thrive don't know we exist anymore. Legend is that we perished along with the other Ancients. That is a lie we placed so that we could grow once again. We are hidden so well that even the creators don't know we still live on in their legacy; it is something we are proud of but something we must shed soon. We had planned to stay hidden for thousands of years yet, but we are now forced to come up and offer our help to the ones that don't deserve it. That's what I believe, not what others do though. Their pride is in the way of their closed eyes that refuse to see. I will make them see. The future of our world depends on it and I have been chosen to find the remaining Ancients by my creator because I am the only one who believes that the other Ancients continue their existence. I am an Exotic, an Ancient and absolutely crazy for doing what I'm about to do.