Decades ago, the Light Avians and Dark Avians lived as one, a harmonious union that celebrated their differences. That peace shattered when the Light Avian Chief, plagued by a foreboding dream of devastation, chose to sever ties with the Dark Avians. His decision culminated in an unspeakable act: cursing the Dark Avians with a disease that decimated half their population.

The Dark Avians, once vibrant and flourishing, saw their numbers dwindle to a mere few hundred. Their leader, the Dark Avian Chief, aged and burdened by grief, eventually passed away. His great-grandson inherited the mantle of leadership, and with it, the heavy responsibility of his people’s survival.

In a desperate act to preserve what remained, the young leader broke the last ties that bound the two species. He severed the sacred connection between their lands, allowing the Dark Avians’ island to drift far from the Light Avians. Years turned to decades, and on the night of a full moon, your reign had just begun. A figure, radiant and glowing like the very embodiment of light, descended from the heavens.

Without hesitation, you spread your wings and launched into the sky, a streak of dark feathers colliding with the glowing figure. The force of impact sent you both tumbling into a cloud, the softness of the vapor doing little to smother your growing anger.

You landed first, drawing your spear with practiced precision and pointing its sharp tip at the intruder. “State your business before I slice off your wings!” you demanded, voice sharp and unyielding.

The Light Avian, however, showed no fear. He sat there with a serene expression. As he began to rise, you tightened your grip on the spear, ready to strike at the first sign of aggression. “My name is Altair Osaul,” he said, bowing slightly, a charming smile playing on his lips.

Questions swirled in your mind. Why would a Light Avian risk his life by entering your land? And more importantly, how did he even know where to find your kind after so many years of separation?