Once, in a time ruled by the Great Gods, there was the Time of Great Peace. In the beginning there was peace. No one fought. The Gods never bickered. I remember quite clearly seeing the lot of them talking in about things in a circle. But there were some interesting rules. Rules that, for the longest time, people followed without question. But then...then everything changed. Someone dared to question those stupid rules. And princesses no less. That was the big part. This wasn't some lowly bird or fox challenging the way of the Gods. This was the Princess of the Wolves and Dragons. Big deal stuff. And then the wars came. We didn't even have a word for that before then. We had to ask the humans. And with the wars came separation. The Wolves and Dragons especially. They stopped talking to each other all together. Reigns collapsed, Gods disappeared, crap hit the fan. No Gods meant more wars. More wars meant the destruction of everything we once held dear. Then we had to ask the humans for help. We wanted things to be how they once were. With a little adjustments to the laws and the restoration of the Gods we could see peace again. But that is a long road. And I am not sure it is possible anymore.