When the God met the Goddess for the first time, he courted her… when she refused his advances, he took of her. When she cried, it filled the ocean. Her medallion fell into the ocean, and became the land. The child of their union fell from her arms, and scattered into mortal-kind. Thus The Hatchling World was born.

The land was called Diadem, and at its center lay the Secret. Those who sought this secret flocked to the inner rings, and were known as the Magi. Those who feared the Secret flocked to the outer rings, and were known as Tribesmen. The Tribesmen, fearing knowledge, became ignorant and hateful, and warred with one another endlessly. The Magi, ever-curious, created cities and customs, digging deeper and deeper into the heart of the Diadem to reach out for the Secret. Individuality found the Magi, and selfishness grew in their hearts; the Secret will be mine, each thought, as they thwarted and betrayed one another.

When the Magi turned their eyes outward, they saw the Tribesmen, and some sought to enslave them to further their ends. Other Magi sought to keep their old customs, and taught the Tribesmen of the bring-- the innermost ring of barbarians-- to resist magic. They acted as a buffer, keeping the Magi confined to the inner rings, where they couldn’t harm the outer Tribes. These mortals became the Guardian Tribes, and refused war with their outer brothers, who were grateful for their efforts to hold back the ‘demons’.

The Magi, now divided by ambition and value of life, finally went to war. The world wept with the force of their battles, and the Tribes trembled as they watched. Further and further inward the Magi War went, every side seeking the Secret. When the war reached a crescendo, one Mage finally touched the Secret, and the world shattered, its shards carried far across the oceans. The Magi, who had been at the epicenter, were seldom to be found.

The scattered Tribes settled wherever they landed, some discovering the remnants of the Magus Cities that had collided with their lands, and those venturous enough established civilizations upon them, eventually learning the ways and customs associated with them. Other Tribes fled from the relics, and remained magic-fearers. Some evaded development entirely, and were known as Savages. The Guardian Tribes were seldom to be found due to their own closeness to the Storm, and drifted into obscurity.

In time, kingdoms sprang up from the ruined cities, and development washed over the relics, swallowing them into lost history. Magi passed on their secrets to chosen individuals, sometimes of their own origin, sometimes those of the Tribes, creating new magic-using clans. True Magi possessed physical differences from the other species, and were often still marked as demons when seen-- even by those who had grown ignorant of the old world. Further and further these drifted into obscurity, unable to replenish their numbers properly. Only those powerful enough to cheat death remained behind, and their secrets were kept close. Thus the Fledgling World was born.

- This is the origin of mine and 's story setting, as told by the old folks of the world. The medallion in the picture was an old gift to me and my wife, from a friend; it works as a decent representation of Goddess's medallion, which became the land of Diadem.