Enmity's Lost Prodigy: Opening

Night befell the land long ago, long before the fire, and well before the cries filled the air in desperation. Though it was freedom they felt they could hardly be considered happy. In the darkest woods, in the deepest corner it could find, it sat there under a bush. This black creature, in midst what she could only hope was veil enough to conceal her, could not hold back it's beating heart. For many hours until the panic stopped and she was too exhausted to care she could not sleep under the warm night. Instead there she sat, hoping all brightness would fade to black and she could feel safe. At last her apprehension faded, she was calm. Not far from her however stood a ray cast from Luna's light through the trees, moonlight. All seemed safe, but she could not bare her curiosity, for this was the first night in years she felt the earth. It called to her. Beckoned her. For every night before the moon's shine was so pale, but tonight it was brighter than the sun itself amongst the pitch she burrowed in. As she crawled closer to it, she rustled the bush she had cramped into. This noise caught the attention of another. Though if it were a beast she would have been in peril, but instead it was a small creature. At first the black mass crawling from the bottom of a shrub struck this small pixy as danger, but fly away as it might, it only hovered. A voice could be heard, quiet and weak. As the fluttering creature looked closer, it appeared to be a bird, wounded or sore. Cautiously they came closer, the bird unknowing, and when she noticed the small figure and heard the faint noise of fluttering wings she fell back. "Hold on." the small voice called "Don't be afraid..." Before the bird could retreat, the small fluttering girl came into the light. She stood there noticing the timid black mass inching away slowly "What's wrong?" No response could be heard. Remembering early that night, she called out again to the timid mass. "You weren't part of that ruckus earlier were you?" The bird shocked furiously shook her head. Both of then stayed as statues. Memories flooded back to moments ago and the bird began to cry. As the odd small critter came closer, baring long red hair and a strange tipped tail, she was greeted with something unexpected. The black bird only knelled before her new found friend and held her until the memories faded into a small warmth against her chest.

Long ago before these events, before the tides shifted and the lands were lost forever, centuries remembered as peace. All people and residents of the earth known as Shemlaul lived equally. Each baring a kingdom and war as some may the times were civilized, each pertaining to their own homeland. All walks of life anthropomorphic, birds, rabbits, lizards and deer lived amongst each other. One day however, Shemlaul broke and divided, the earth crumbled and shattered. What was once prairie now became fractured valleys, mountains came down, streams and valleys were formed and just as easily destroyed. Many died in this event that spanned many days before it managed to settle, and many more homesteads ruined. Those who were bound to the earth suffered great loss but were not without hope. Today they still live having adapted to the new land, but, shambles for many year and for centuries to come the new kings of the world were those gifted with wings. This world, harbours a dark past when prejudice took hold, when reshaping the world after the cataclysm took more than hand or foot. As is now, those times are forgotten and peace is once again restored.