It's been 1615 years since the interstellar refugees our ancestors called Skymancers dropped out of the sky in a desperate attempt to establish a foothold on Earth before their kind were lost to this dimension forever.  The world has subsequently gone to complete shit, and survivors of both species are scrabbling for the scraps.  This is their story. ***NOTE!  I am currently writing this story and all of my brainstormers are tied up with Life, so I'm desperate for ideas/direction.