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In a world filled with magic, the Six Species went into war, looking not only for glory and honour but the absolute power to rule the world as they pleased.
First, came the Elves. An ancient race with beautiful faces and delicate features, but with an urge to prove themselves to be the most powerful and amazing of them all.
Second, there were brute and strong beings, who called themselves Orcs. With dark brown skin and no domain of their savage impulses, these tall creatures looked to create bloodbaths and win recognition among their pals.
Third, the wisest but gentle Draoidheil. A type of beings that loved earth and able to create things out of thin air. They were divided in two kinds; the Witches, born with the Markings and in rich families, and the Warlocks, who had to train to use magic with the Markings being drawn on them every time they wanted to do amazing things.
Fourth, the ambitious but weak Humans.
And lastly, but not less important, the Tareks. People with the ability to manipulate the essence and soul of all living creatures. Peaceful, secluded and resourceful.

Hey

After finding the Goddess in a far edge of the woods, I bring her and her weird ass guardian which can transform into cute animals to my home in Algria, a village close to the Ygriha Mountains.

She asks what the paintings in the walls are and I smile.

"Those are representations of Eloria, through the eyes of my past generations. Mom says my painting will be up there too one day, when I am important."

That is so sweet, I wonder why the firsts of her kind couldn't be like her.

"What do you mean by important?" I want to ask her what did her ancestors do to earn the right to paint

"What did your family do to get the privilege of leaving their marks here?"

I try to remember the story of my favorite one, painted by my great-grand father

"That one was made by a grandfather who was... very pretty, I think? Something that had something about bunnies or dogs, I don´t know"

"So being pretty is something considered important among the Elves?"

I want to yell that those reasons were not why I created them.

"Your people are not what I expected. I made them to be wise and gentle, not to prioritize the beauty of your faces!"

I smile sadly.

"And our bodies, don´t forget the bodies!" I point to the pronounced curves of my big body despectively.

I try to change the subject.

"Check out the tub, though!"

Feeling my emotions, the Nucklave starts to growl. I should maybe calm him down

However, I'm so mad I can´t think of anything else. The cute cat starts to grow until he is back on his original form.

The bloody thing grows so much, it makes a hole through the ceiling up a room. I close my eyes hoping it wasn´t mine.