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Long ago in time and place so distant that it would be better to count in eons than years a female was running from her pursuers, as the last hope of her people she needed to survive, to get help.

She was the strongest of those left and her pursuers knew that if she escaped there would be hell to pay, for if she escaped then given time to grow she would be unstoppable.

That is all her people needed, time, and with enough if it their strength would grow to unimaginable heights.

That is why when they were discovered they were slaughtered, none were spared. None were kept as captives or slaves, despite their beauty and strengths they were believed to be too dangerous.

As she fled she prayed for help from the gods, dodging through the trees and around rocks she came upon a figure seeming slightly lost despite being shrouded in mist that called out to her

"You seem to be in rush, but could I ask where this may be? I have not seen such a beautiful land before, if you'd give me clue I'd appreciate it!"

Looking flabbergasted at the figure that didn't have clear features yet she could feel it's gaze upon her as she came to a stop despite know that doing so would allow her pursuers to catch up because she felt this figure could help her.

As she did so she said "These are the lands of my people, the Valkyr, specifically the Lyrian Moors near the northern end of our lands. It is said that long ago the first of our kind were born here, specifically Lyria Firstborn."