Eons ago, between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and it's gleaming cities, there was an age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars...

But the proudest kingdom of the world was Ginger-Rico, reigning supreme in the dreaming west. Hither came Quetzalcoatl, auburn-haired, be-freckled and crowned with feathers from a continent sleeping in the east...

The natives wrote accolades for him, befitting his majesty, and sung unto him as one would a god. In return, he bestowed upon his chosen people the secrets of his form and longevity. Finally he fashioned a city with his amassed sacraments, called El Dorardo, and left the sleeping continent...

For thousands of years the Ginger-Ricans scurried across the face of their dreaming continent, even as the fledgling humanity first began to crawl from it's primordial dirt. They even still murmured songs of exaltation when humanity first decided to sail across the yawning chasm of the sea...

And even today, it is said that the rainbowed feathers of Quetzalcoatl still lead to the golden city of El Dorado where the last of the noble Ginger-Ricans lay in repose, hidden away from humanity, having succeeded in shackling the sleeping continent...

(The tale of the Ginger-Ricans has finally been told. I borrowed heavily from Conan the Barbarian. I was thinking about gingers being the master race, then ginger-ricans being the master race. Then I thought they came from a lost continent, like atlantis. Then I remembered the myth of Quetzalcoatl and decided that he was a really a leprechaun and founded the ginger-rican race. Finally I remembered the golden city of El Dorado and saw how it fit perfectly as leprechauns like gold. Then I read that Q is sometimes portrayed as having rainbow feathers and knew I had to write the legend.)