I dreamed of a girl crying alone in an empty white void,.trying to call for help. I watched as it felt like an eternity passing by her. She was shedding tears while looking at the state of the world. She looked more and more distraught. After a while, She no longer asked for help. She was only viewing the constant war in what seemed to be our world. Crying while events were happening, she could not interfere with due to her seal.

Then she noticed something strange about her powers. Which was supposed to be sealed, were now slightly unsealed at certain times, she could use now use her control her skills albeit only a small portion of it, at times when the strife was at it's worse, and the three god's energy was waning. She decided she should temper with a couple of sapient creatures' life at a time. So she decided when the gods wore out by their wars. To help the world out and try and fix the constant strife going on by interfering with a couple of infant creations at a time, which was the limit of what she could do, to help balance the world out, not getting rid of war forever. But enough time for the earth and the creatures living there to heal up and evolve.

She looked divine, and somehow I felt a connection to her. Her memories are flowing into my dreams, the betrayal the agony, and pain. Yet, somehow she still felt hope through all that now that she could take action.

The three deities noticed her tempering though through the reports of their followers. They were enraged. She changed some of their species to bring about her so-called balance, and they didn't want that. The three gods couldn't stop her interfering. She put most of her power into altering these things.

But, the three of them had sealed her in that void, Sealing her ability to create her species. She could change the already created species during their creation. Unfortunately, they couldn't seal her power any more than they already had. She had that much control over nature and life. That and the fact ironically they would only be able to do that if they decided to stop their three-way war against each other nullifying the whole purpose, to begin with

The god who was most upset was the god who created the Demonoid's. His name was Aylr, and he had established a shifter race of his own. They were Flyv's, and they were, used for deceit and infiltration. Its true form was that of a mannequin made out of stone and tree vines. It was a Demonoid of a lower rank.

What the girl created, though, was a being that after maturing. Their race not only changed. They had two new actual forms, and luckily though, they could no longer go back to their birth race, which wasn't that bad of a trade-off. No one would recognize them. But what was infuriating was that they didn't use any energy source to change, unlike his creations, which either used physical or magical energies to change, Drefnar's only needed control of their emotions to shift.

So he, along with the Gods, The Humanoid God Rylt, The Beastkin God Fyslr, and himself, they worked together for the second time in their entire existence. The first time was trapping the girl in the void, and who was the very cause of this Incident. They decided to give the altered race; she created three curses—each from a separate god.

The beings she created were now cursed. She noticed this instantly, she was in agony, yet the three gods had interfered with her yet again. They had trapped her here in this empty void at the end of the creation era. They had again teamed up once again to stop her; this was worse then stoping her and sealing her away she felt a strong bond with these creations of hers, so she saw their suffering feeling it wear on her as well. The three gods never relented on their war for control of the world and the subjugation of each other's races. So why now? Why do they always try to stop her?

Usually, the creatures of her species now died young, because they all were born sickly unless treated by magic. They wouldn't survive; otherwise, this was the first curse that the god of the humanoids gave them. The second curse is that they were all delayed compared to everyone else of their age. Only reaching everyone else's level by the time they were eighteen. Even then only at an average level at best. This curse came from the Beastkin God.

The third curse was the gods messing up her blessing for them and distorting it. It was given to them to teach them about the balance of life and death and the natural order of life. So they could handle what they turn into with the gift she gave them. But instead, they almost all went mad now. When they turned into Drefnar after reaching their emotional apex for years, this was due to the Demonoid god amplifying their conflicting emotions by ten times, which was initially meant to teach her species the multiple sides of life. Which was his curse, They often lost control and killed themselves, or they got killed by the other species teaming up together. At the same time, others could learn to control their two sides. In the end, most were dead either way due to loose lips and herd mentality.

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The three gods agreed on one thing her creatures should not be allowed to live. Even after the three curses they gave them, it was not enough. They were so influential, even if they were cursed now. So now most ceasefires happened due to the "threat" of the Drefnar. The three armies under the three gods' decree would attack them, almost wiping them out, but they took thousands of the other species in the process. They were that much of a threat power-wise. They were also considered the ultimate blasphemy of all sapient creatures. They had to die on-site if they discovered one, no matter what, no matter what the cost of their species.

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I woke up. I knew I had a dream, but I couldn't remember it at all. I did, yet, have a foreboding sense I chose to ignore for the current situation at hand needed more attention. I was feeling sluggish. Then I noticed I was in a shady tent in an alleyway, In the capital, which was almost half-ruined from the civil war.

I felt weird and fragile. I felt as if I had no strength what so ever. It was a worse feeling than when I almost died those many times from my lungs, failing on him many times as a kid. I felt my body twitching and turning as if reshaping itself. My bones and muscles were tightening, getting leaner, and it felt like they were being coated in something strange. My skin was on fire; it felt like it was burning off and rehealing over and over again. My organs felt some pining but not like the agony of the rest of my body because they felt different as if adding an extra puzzle piece, placed on each organ—so a slight tingle or ache here or there. More so bizarre rather than anything, This lasted for about six hours with the constant pain and a continuous strange feeling he couldn't describe, which to me, it felt longer, like a month of continuous pain. When the pain stopped, I had little energy left to do anything.

I had to see what I looked like now. There was a puddle nearby me, so I crawled with what little energy I had and made my way over there. I saw my reflection. It was that of a younger version of me. Around when I was eighteen, except I had silver hair and red eyes this time around. Unable to accept my new reality. I crawled back to the tent about to lay down. I found a loaf of bread, an apple, and a water container that looked like it was there for me to eat and drink.

Knowing how weak I was, I consumed the entirety of it. I felt no relief; in fact, I felt hungrier to the point it was maddening. My stomach burning, my teeth aching, and my mind all in pain losing my senses one by one. My stomach burning, my teeth hurting, and my mind all in pain losing touch of my reasons little by little. I sat and stewed in my almost frenzied hunger for a couple of hours.

While losing feeling and rationality little by little, I decided to lay down and close my eyes for a few minutes for some relief. Then when I opened them albeit an hour later, the boy who I had seen before I passed out finally showed up. Thank god I was feeling somewhat better after that nap; otherwise, I might have attacked him. Although I swear to whichever god he always appeared when I was suffering this time, I could see him, though. He was a slim and tiny boy with brown hair and blue eyes. He was somewhat malnourished and was wearing rag like clothing with lots of holes in them with no shoes on. He then smiled and told me his name was Confor.

He then started after I introduced myself as Niva. He told me that his parents had recently passed at the beginning of this Civil War. They were stable keepers who had a small home on the edge of the town, and it lit on flames—thereby reducing his house down to ashes by the nobles. At the same time, he was away on errands to buy the necessities for his family to live on, and they didn't join the other common folk in the uprising against the nobles and the church. But those with power care do not care, or like me who were unaware of such events, or pretended not to notice them at all, trying not to get killed in the war. He had to learn to survive independently, relying on stealing and other tricks to get by.

Confor told me he found a corpse near where he saw and saved me that day. He could tell it was female by the shape even though it was severely burned; It must have been my wife, however, although we didn't love each other. We were still married for a little over ten years. She often lectured me when I was a teenager though she gave up rather fast though. Instead, she let me do my own thing, especially after I got over my rage issues. Still, I knew she was cheating on me with one of the knights working at the royal palace. She knew I also knew about it; that's how our relationship was. I never bothered to call her out on it, not caring for her anyways. So we were both at fault. So my feelings on her death was a touch of sadness for a short hour of mourning moving on rather quickly.

But we were both now in this war-torn town without a home or money together with the boy and I. Ironically, although both are families were of different standings. We all remained neutral and looked at what happened to us. I knew both Confor and myself realized we needed to change our ways in one way or another. The boy's finger got splintered as he was leaning on the wall made of wood near the middle of the alleyway As we were finishing our conversation. My eyes and nose, everything else was hyper-focusing on his blood dripping from his finger almost as if in a daze.