Nothing comes from nothing, my friends, and we are no exception.

From the beginning of time we hear the story of a celestial race, travelers of the sky, who sailed the heavens from star to star, maintaining the balance and harmony of the cosmos. We have called these mysterious beings, innocent without malice, Eternals, and, as faithful companions, the Eternals also had another of the most powerful creatures that have ever existed: the Dragons.

Even today, from time to time, if we observe the firmament attentively, we can see the trail of one of them crossing the skies, perhaps curiously observing this singular world of ours.

Among the Eternals four of them stood out. The Four Brothers and their Dragons: Caldra and the Red Dragon, Sonis and the Yellow Dragon, Graund and the Green Dragon, and, the youngest of them, Tsuna and the Blue Dragon.

Caldra was the eldest, the leader, the bold one, although he was also overprotective of his young brothers. Sonis was the wise one, the advisor, very serious for his brothers, who did not hesitate to tease him. Graund was the pacifist in fights, he liked to take things easy, while Tsuna was the mischievous one of the four, with a vibrant and playful personality, he was the most loved and the most protected by the others.

They shared an unbreakable bond, a blind trust forged over millennia of service, adventures and challenges. No matter the distance, each would come to the call of his brothers.

So it was that one day, when from the farthest corners of the Universe, while the four horsemen and their dragons were carrying out their own missions in different parts of the galaxy, the news reached them that a star had begun to expand, threatening to destroy everything in its path. The first to arrive were Sonis and Caldra, and the Yellow and Red Dragons, who tried to surround the star to contain the expansion and channel the energy with their own gigantic bodies. Then Ground and the Green Dragon arrived to help them and, at first, it seemed that they had succeeded, but the effort was devastating for them. The star released a final powerful explosion that absorbed the three brothers and their dragons.

The young Tsuna was the last to arrive, and, although his body was on the verge of breaking with grief, he knew he had to fulfill his duty first. He managed to freeze the star in time, but for that he had to crash his body into it. He asked his companion, the Blue Dragon, to let him go alone. The Blue Dragon did not want to abandon his rider, but Tsuna asked him to make this last sacrifice, since his mission would be to rescue what was left of their bodies.

And so did the Blue Dragon, the only survivor of that catastrophe from which the entire universe was saved.

Blinded by sorrow, but determined to fulfill Tsuna's last wish, the Blue Dragon collected the ashes of the four guardians and his three other beloved dragon companions.

With those ashes the Blue Dragon molded a new world that was none other than our own.At first, the world was a gray and desolate place but the Blue Dragon began to fly over the land dropping tears from his eyes and scales sowing the seed. Those first drops fertilized the soil and gave life to the plants that would populate the prairies and forests of this new world that was born from the remains of those brave friends of his.

However, the Blue Dragon was tired of so much sadness and thus, to protect this new creation, he molded the elves and giants from the earth, which gave birth to the first two clans: the Forest, ruled by King Willondal, and the Prairie, ruled by King Yorgad.

For his rest, the Blue Dragon chose the bottom of a lake, whose guardian would be none other than the nymph Nemertyss, Lady of the Lake, the only one with the power to awaken him.

Although very different races, for millennia, the Prairie, the Forest and the Lake lived in peace and there was nothing that could change that. Its inhabitants were free to come and go as they pleased and, once a year, the three rulers had the custom of gathering at the lake to pay their respects to the Blue Dragon.

This new world had become the legacy of the love, dedication and sacrifice of those who came from the stars.

However, every life is a story, and every story has an ending.

After centuries and centuries of friendship, perhaps feeling the weight of their own immortality, King Yorgad and the Lady of the Lake, Nemertyss, fell in love. But they both knew that their love could not be possible, for Nemertyss could not leave her place as Guardian of the Lake. So, as proof of his love, Yorgad gave up his throne to his heir, and decided to go and live with the nymph.

This was not seen with good eyes by King Willondal, in whose mind dark thoughts began to arise, whispers that during the night told him that the only thing Yorgad wanted was to steal the power of the Blue Dragon with the help of Nemertyss.

Willondal, tormented, confessed his fears before Nemertyss and Yorgad, who also did not wish to lose the friendship of the elf, so he made a second sacrifice, and gave up his power of creation, ceding it to another of the giants who would become his heir, and swearing that he would never leave the lake and would share, also as guardian, the duties of Nemertyss.

This seemed to appease Willondal.

The happy couple decided to celebrate their wedding on the shores of this same lake where we sit today admiring its beauty. The party was attended by all the elves and giants of this land and for several days and sleepless nights they continued to celebrate with music, dancing and laughter.

However, on the last night before bidding farewell to the guests and beginning their life together, Nemertyss woke up next to Yorgad, pale as snow and lifeless.

It was never known who was responsible. The elves denied it, saying that it would have been a giant jealous of Yorgad, while the giants defended themselves, claiming that it had been the elves, fearful of the giants. They even went so far as to accuse Nemertyss of having fallen in love with someone else. But Nemertyss, overwhelmed by indescribable pain, turned her body into foam, and dissolved into the waters of the lake.

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The death of Yorgad unleashed the war between the Prairie and the Forest. Willondal, knowing that he would not stand a chance against the unbeatable strength of the giants, decided to use his power of creation, a gift that, like Yorgad, had been granted to him by the Blue Dragon on the condition that he used it wisely.

Willondal's desperation led him to create an army never seen before: the hybrids, creatures born from the fusion of forest elves and animals.

The hybrids emerged from the forest like a ferocious and merciless swarm, and attacked the Prairie Clan by surprise. Nothing like it had ever been seen before: taurines wielding maces and axes and cleaving through their enemies, leonines and werewolves swiftly reaching their victims with ease, and killing them with their claws and fangs, centaurs wielding swords and spears while rushing at a gallop, fauns firing arrows relentlessly and preparing traps in the thicket and harpies swooping down from the air and throwing stones over the heads of those who tried to flee.

Faced with such an immense number of adversaries, the giants had no choice but to retreat to the deepest regions of the mountains, where it was said that an immense volcano had sprouted from the ashes of the Red Dragon.

The new giant king, determined to strike back with the same strategy but with an even more devastating force, aspired to create a weapon so lethal that it could rival the strength of a dragon. With the power of the volcano and the bodies of his fallen brothers, the giant king shaped a colossal creature, with the head and body of a lion, the horns of a goat, the wings of a dragon and the tail of a serpent: the chimera.

The giant king and his subjects mounted the chimeras and launched a devastating attack against the Forest. This time, the hybrids were not enough to face the power of the chimeras who fought with unmatched ferocity and strength, making the hybrids look like nothing more than mere ants. Their lion heads raged with an earth-shaking roar, and their powerful jaws could tear apart any adversary in their path. The goat horns were sharp weapons that pierced armor and shields, while their dragon wings allowed them to fly and attack from the air with surprising agility. The snake tail was a deadly tool, capable of poisoning and suffocating opponents with its lethal venom.

Thus, in the midst of burning forests and devastated prairies, the Blue Dragon awoke from its ancestral lethargy, emerging from the lake to find a desolate scene and the disappearance of his guardian.

After so many millennia, drowned in pain that kept repeating itself, the Blue Dragon let out a roar that echoed throughout the world. The sky split with the power and flashes of lightning, and dark clouds quickly formed. Over the corpses and the still-fighting combatants, a storm raged for days on end, covering the land completely and leaving few places to take shelter except the mountain peaks and a few scattered islands.

However, it was not the Dragon's desire to seek revenge. Using the power of creation, he gave life to the sirenians, sea creatures of infinite vivacity and compassion, whose mission would be to lead the survivors of the war to safe places of refuge and hope, where they could heal their wounds and start anew.

Once the purifying waters swept the battlefields, cleansing the land of discord and suffering, and after slaying both kings with his own claws, hope was reborn in the heart of the Dragon. The next step was to free both hybrids and chimeras from slavery, for they had been nothing more than pawns of the now dead kings.

However, freedom came with a price for all races, what is known today as the Seal or, for some, the Curse of the Dragon. From that moment on, no magical being would be able to attack another without suffering terrible consequences, and thus ensured that the races learned to live in harmony and mutual respect, always remembering the price of discord and war.

The hybrids decided to take refuge on a new large island that today we know as the Island of Demons, far from the other races. In the case of the chimeras the Dragon forced them to lose their original form, but allowed them to take different animal forms.

The elves and giants were allowed to keep their territories, now decimated by the new sea, which still remained after the Great Flood, and would be home to the newly created sirenians who would swim free for any flow of water.

However, if the first two clans wanted to keep their immortality, they had to give up the power of creation, and not cross each other's borders.

Thus the Five Clans were born: the Forest Clan, the Prairie Clan, the Lake Clan, the Mountain Clan, and the Island Clan.

Using all that remained of his life force, the Dragon made one last effort and created the Elementals, the new protectors of nature, innocent beings without malice, as the Eternals.

With this last action, he returned to the bottom of the lake from where he never woke up again.

This ushered in a new era of peace, though not without resentment. The Forest and Prairie clans could no longer leave their territory without losing their immortality. They could not attack each other, but neither could they live together as in the old days.

As the centuries passed, the giants began to forget the severity of the Blue Dragon's orders and asked themselves why the should obbey the Blue Dragon, if he no longer intended to awaken.

However, their attempted attacks were immediately repelled, not by the elves, but by the Elementals. With their power, the Elementals let the land where the giants lived die, and caused a drought that turned the prairie into a desert never seen before.

And so, the mighty giants succumbed to the power of the Elementals, leaving the way clear for the Elves. In their eagerness to expand their forests, the Elves began to plant more trees, helped even by the Elementals, who saw nothing wrong with it.

Ah, but no one imagined what would happen next.

Before the Dragon returned to the lake, he had looked for his servant Nemertyss. He found her still in the middle of the ocean, turned to foam. Moved by her grief, perhaps remembering his own after seeing his companions die, the Dragon returned Nemertyss to her original form, and led her to a distant land where she could heal her wounds and mourn her lost love.

There Nermetyss, who had always kept a lock of her beloved's hair, asked her lord for one last wish: that he would allow her to use the power of creation one last time to create with her own blood and the hair of her beloved, a new race that for her would be like the children that both husband and wife had dreamed of raising together.

The Dragon did not have the heart to deny her, and agreed to this request.

That is how Nemertyss created the first humans.

Humans who would then multiply and expand throughout all the territories they reached.

Humans worshipers of the Nemertyss Nymph who taught them to work the land and conquer the fire, before turning to the sea and becoming foam once again.

Humans who over the centuries would follow in the footsteps of their giant ancestors and discover the northern islands until they reached the new continent now called Terrarkana.

As we all know, the encounter between humans and elves was not easy, but, with the help of the sirenians, who opened their arms and hearts to the newcomers, began a new era in which the history of this land would open a new chapter of fraternity.

The humans founded their new kingdom on the ancient territory of the giants and their capital Nemertya, in honor of Nemertyss, where the river Yorgad crosses, and, somehow, the lovers have embraced once again.