When the Earth was created the process left behind residual energy, and from these energies sentient beings were born. In their youth they simply watched, studied and waited, evolving along with the earth as it grew. They would soon learn how to manipulate matter, this becoming some of the first semblance of magic. They lived in harmony with Mother Nature, ripening their knowledge though the simple minds of animals. It wasn't till Humans came that these energies changed, as they found something almost satisfying from the potency of complex human emotion. They guised themselves in religion, becoming what most would call Gods, their power seeming infinite and invincible. Their power was truly something to fear, and the world near fell to them until a heroes discovered the power of their true names. Symbols, lost in time, to be carved into metals and cursed with magic the likes of which we will never known again. This heroes didn't kill the beings they couldn't, so they just sealed them away in various weapons to be scattered across the earth, in deep seas, underground, barren tundras and angry volcanoes, never to be discovered again. All history of them was destroyed, burned and broken, leaving not a trace of them for fear it would give the entities power to return and enslave the human race. One did however discover how to release herself from the weapons hold, sharing her soul with that of a mortal witch, and with thus she became a new being. Able now to begin a long road back to her former power, aand finding out she'd need her Brethren's help.
