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Prelude
Zigarakk was born into a rich zorai family whose names were well known throughout the old dynasty. The family were well off and lived in an expansive house not far from the capitol city. When he was a small zorai child he used to play in the nearby clearing not far from his house, and made friends with the surrounding wildlife. His life was frutiful and for many years the zorai people lived in harmony with the local tribes.
Some years later rumours began to circulate of a shadow growing in the north, an untold menace of terrible proportion. The rumours began to grow and many zorai's became increasingly worried. One autumn day news reached the capital that monsters had begun to stream out from an underground realm that was supposedly a myth. As the weeks dragged on even more disturbing news was coming in that these insectoids had decimated the fyros people.
With this saddening information the Zorai people began to leave the capital for safer isolated dwellings. A final evacuation date was set and many were ready, those who stayed behind did so under their own values. On the day of leaving the sunrise was a blood red and the Zorai prayed for their protection, they prayed that the wood would give them refuge.
A zorai soldier entered the city gates carrying a wounded matis warrior. The matis warrior spoke of the terrors he had seen and asked if the matis people could come and shelter in the zorai cities. The great forging of the two homins created great respect for their brothers.
With the merger of the two civilisations the Zorai people who remained began training for the long and bloody fight that lay ahead of them. Not much longer than a month later the news that the insectoids had reached the zorai outposts reached the city. Zigarakks family took up the task of leading the army into battle, this being because they were the only noble family left in the capital.
It was a crisp winter morning when the gates of the city parted and the army moved out. On the horizon thousands of insects lined the hills and the sky. The moral looked weak among the homin until Zigarakk's father took a stand on the castle walls.
"Homins of our race, brothers of matis we have had our differences in the past but today we must fight, fight for you familes and all of you fallen breatheren"
"Charge.........."
The battle was bloody with many falling, the insects overwelmed the city and flooded every street. Many of the zorai were wiped out but those who survived ran into the jungle to seek shelter. Zigarakk's family dynasty was lost and forgotten as the siblings were killed in the great zora war.
Many were forced to retreat with the kami to the Zorai island the last refuge against the great kitin army as they were now known. And thats were the story of our hero begins, in a small clearing just outside of Nen Xing........