In the days after the schism, war shook the land. Violence reigned as the two species fought to determine the worthy successor.

The Hobusians, with their mighty crowns and dedication, sought to build a city that reflected that. They hauled the heaviest and bulkiest stone they could muster. Towers were raised that looked like giant hammers. While the bases were small and the tops large, they would prove difficult to topple.

The Aqueenians, with their beautiful complexion and beautiful nature, sought to build a city that reflected that. They hauled the cleanest and smoothest stone they could muster. Towers were raised that swirled and danced in the air. With a steady foundation and gleaming surfaces, they would prove difficult to topple.

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While both structures proved challenging to bring down, both sides were determined to show the other design's folly.

Cities were attacked, but buildings would not fall. Armies were called on, but neither side backed down.

The royal family of Aquia retreated back. The warriors would hold back the filthy invaders while they constructed a new city. A grander city. They named it Quenth, after the Aqueenian word for beauty.

From this beautiful city, a new hero would emerge. One unlike any other. His skin was an orange color that resembled a rare shining sapphire. A new beacon in the war to come.

When he came of age, that beacon lit up the battlefield in a new light. With one arm bathed in the light from a golden gauntlet and the other holding the Aquia flag high in the air, the hero descended into conflict against the Hobusians.

And their towers fell for the first time. The other warriors simply marveled at the feat. As such, he was given the title of Hero of Aquia, defender of beauty, the nonpareil.