Song of Magdora
The song of the history of Magdora.
SONG OF MAGDORA
Magdora was a fairly peaceful planet, unified under the Capital's law,
With shining cities, and no hunger.
Fairly.
Despite this peace, there are still some who fight against this,
Striving to turn the world into a world of chaos, war, and poverty.
Only because they wish to see the last of the Enchidirions dead,
So they can take their power for themselves.
Enchidirions, like the rest of their world, are more than animal,
But this does not mean that Ferals don't exist.
What makes the Enchidirions special is that, while they are Nagas, they have horns, varying from person to person like hair is.
But there is more.
They hold, in their blood, the power of the rare element known only as Ucrylium,
Which grants the few who exist at a time the power to manipulate nature itself.
Some believe that if they put an Enchidirion's blood in their own, that they will gain their powers,
But that would require the death of the donor.
Ultimately, there is no Enchidirion willing to die to give the gift of blood.
But that does not mean they leave those they love with nothing.
Enchidirion tradition calls for an Enchidirion nearing the end of their lifespan to leave a gift for future generations,
An Enchidirion Artifact.
All of these Artifacts were hidden, once.
Until SHE came.
SHE is Kio Dorvinia, the only Enchidirion of her generation, and the Mother of the ascension.
She earned this name by activating the largest known artifact,
The Beacon of the Capital.
This beacon allowed us access to lost troves of knowledge,
Which allowed our ascension, and the peace with it.
We count the years since this ascension,
We count the lives since this ascension,
There are three companies responsible for this world;
Aurora Tech, led by our Kio.
HAWK Industries, led by her aide, Mako.
and Pheonix, led by The Council, shadows with no name.
They each provide us with something,
Aurora with that for our homes,
HAWK with that for our future,
and Pheonix with that for destruction.
Monuments to that of our world stand,
But yet shadows still lurk,
The Shadowlands being that of death.
We know not of what they contain,
For only our eyes can see the shadows.
And yet, when we are disturbed,
An angel of white and blue sets us back.
He gave us no name, but rank instead.
Supreme Arbiter, of the Magdoran Guard,
A guard which we know not exist,
Not until our angel came.
This guard remains,
And here we stand,
Meant to build our reach,
Beyond this world,
And into the stars!