There was once a country called Syramon, in a far off land unknown to the world now. Two kingdoms called Syramon their home. The first kingdom was populated by humans, and they occupied the northern countryside, ruled by a king. They prospered in the lush landscapes, living off the bounty of the land. They called their kingdom Pierya.
The alchemists—a separate, practically human group except for their strange, unnatural abilities— lived in the south. They too prospered, after much tribulation conquering the harsh, desert climate. The power they wielded was a wild, dangerous thing, subject to human emotion, and the alchemists feared they would not be able to control it. To protect the world and themselves from their power, they created a very strict, pacifistic society. They called their kingdom Paz, after the great philosopher who suggested their way of life.
Several years of peace and prosperity passed. The alchemists grew comfortable in their life, using their power to help their kingdom grow. But their sister kingdom was growing restless. The people of Pierya, like all humans, were plagued by greed. Their king, the great Mythar the Third, hungered for power, and his hunger could not be satisfied by the throne he already had. He wanted the power of the alchemists, and would do anything to gain it. He sought ways to enable himself to use such power, but no matter what he did, it was impossible for him to gain the ability. Angered that he could not achieve his goal, he decided that if he was not able to wield the power, no one should. He sent his armies against Paz, determined to destroy them.
Because of their pacifist ways, Paz was not prepared for the attack. Their city burned, and thousands were killed. Only a few escaped, fleeing into the desert. The king hunted the survivors for the rest of his life, until he died, and was replaced by his son, King Shearzin. The young king hated the alchemists as much as his father, but felt that instead of destroying them, they should be allowed to live, but as little more than livestock. He rounded up the survivors, and brought them to Pierya, promising peace and protection. The survivors didn’t see through his lies, and readily flocked to Pierya. There, he forced them into lives of slavery, using their power to better his people’s lives. No longer were they to be called the alchemists. The king renamed them as the Undesirables. That’s what he felt they were; undesired, disgusting creatures, not even worthy to breathe the same air as humans.
Ten years passed, and the Undesirables grew weary of their lives as slaves, and eventually revolted. They managed to gain their freedom, but not much else. They were still considered lesser than the other people, subject to cruel treatment and forced to live in the slums of the city, with walls to separate them. The nobles of the kingdom taught their people to fear the power the Undesirables wielded. Slowly it devolved from something of beauty to something like a sickness.
As time passed, slowly the line between the two people faded, and some Undesirables managed to make a life for themselves by hiding their powers. Life went on like this for many, many years. A few revolts happened, but they were quickly quenched. Some Undesirables tried to leave the city, but the harsh climate outside the walls made it unlikely for many to survive. Then, a lake was discovered two day's journey from the city. The word spread quickly amongst the impoverished half of the kingdom, and they quickly began trying to leave the city. Some managed to escape without the king discovering, and settled at the lake. The rest were left to continue to suffer in the city, their only hope that someday, someone would relieve their suffering.Then, one such person was named, by a seer. She prophesied that a young maiden with silver wings would guide them from their darkened life, with the help of others. They held on to this hope, and waited.
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