You needn't worry about me, friend. I am no character. I am simply a guide, here only to allow you to enjoy this story. But I can't just start from the beginning, oh no, that's no fun at all. No, I'll start somewhere in the middle, yes, that's much more interesting. But even then, that's not enough, now is it? No, you need context. It's entertaining really, you silly humans often needing to be spoonfed information to truly understand. But no more. This isn't about my ramblings, it's about Cloud and Ferah. Allow me to explain.

  Several millenia ago, a magical light descended from the sky. For several days, the light, an glowing bright orb no bigger than the palm of my hand, just floated right above the highest peak of the tallest mountain. A nearby village grew curious, as all do. They sent a group of seven men to investigate. Only one came back, Walter, ragged, beaten, and tired. He refused to talk about what had happened, only repeated, "The Light, The Light!" whenever someone would ask. Well, the Light disappeared soon after.

  No one knew where it went, or what happened to it. Gone without a trace.

  Walter descended into madness. Whatever happened up in the mountain broke him. His wife left him, disgusted. His only daughter cared for him. Years passed. People forgot about the Light. The only trace that it existed was the lack of 6 people, and it's effect on Walter. But it's effect was far more than traumatizing.

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  The first sign of that was the scream coming from Walter's house. the village, as they did a few years ago, sent some men to investigate. When they arrived, the door was open, and they saw Walter just sitting there in the middle of the room. Nothing else in the room but Walter and his chair.

  "Walt. You okay buddy?" one of the men asked. Walter's right eye twitched slightly. He looked at the man who asked him.

  "Now, why would you ask that? I've never been better!" Walter smiled, a creepy, sinister smile. Then, his eyes began to glow. A blinding light, no, Light. Two little orbs of Light in Walter's eyes. The men don't remember what happened next, only that they woke up on the floor of Walt's room, without Walter. The chair was there, but not good old Walter.

  Time passed, and Walter went missing. Just missing. The men, over time, obtained mystical abilities. People treated it as a disease. They were quarantined. But that didn't stop them. Over time, more and more of the population gained these mystical abilities. It grew out of the village, and infected - or blessed - every person it found its way upon. These abilities ranged from the amazing and mystical, to the perplexing. And then, it just stopped. Stopped infecting. About half of everyone had these powers, and half didn't. Almost as if those powers were monsters, the blessed were named Spirits, despite being just like a human, but with some added abilities. They were rounded up and kept in terrible living conditions. And group by group, the spirits disappeared.

  No one knew where they went, or what happened to them. Gone without a trace.