The year is 300 BR (Before revolution) on planet Uthreet. Luxurious, natural landscapes are spread far and wide, herds and tribes of creatures live side by side with one another and nature. The trees were enriched with chloroplast and glowed a tremendous neon green. Never ending veins of clear glistening water divided into new routes reaching places unknown by any life form. The trees like cells, the heart of the forest was an enormus tower built of jagged rocks and slates of granite, reaching the skies and towering above everything else amongst the region.
A Herbivorous Indigenous tribe of the Samandrians lived amongst this mountain. They were a vastly advanced species compared to others and fed on moss and other plantation that grew upon the moutain rocks. They believed in a god of the forest and how it protects all lifeforms and maintains all species within their own habitats. Shamans amongst the Samandrian tribe believed they had a connection to this god and spread the word of bountiful harvests and peace. One of the shamans was a Samandrian called Al Grogan. He was a loving father and a well respected member of the tribe due to his position. Contrasting his spiritual side was a strong, brave and deddicated individual that anyone would be pleased to know, he would fight for what he thought was right and would never let harm come in his offsrings way. His son meant everything to him, he was an exact double of his father and one day would grow up and inherit his name and perfession.
The campsite upon the mountain was a beautiful sight, Samandrian families huddled together under rock shelters and the offspring gently rested upon beds of moss and shrooms. They rested each night unaware of the rain slowly eroding their homes surface. A Shaman makes a fire within the middle of the camp burning dried shrooms. The night was dead however the camp maintained alive with the warm, red glow of the fire, the rain stopped pouring and the intoxicating smell of burnt shrooms surrounds the tribe as they rest for the next day to come. The mountain side sparkles as water trickles down reflecting the the lights within the sky, puddles surround the rock shelter where the members of the tribe remain, reflecting the environment around them.
Al lays his back against the dusty and rough floor, stones penertrating into his back, on his right hand side lays his son and on the left, the tribe. His eyes are wide open and a worried look appears upon his face. He mumbles "This is the day" He turns to his right, and gazes upon his son who lays there sleeping, so unaware of the world around him and what it has to offer. Al firmly tucks the moss around his son and gentley carresses his forehead. Al gets up off the stoney floor leaving nothing but a trail of dust behind each footstep he takes, he turns to look at the tribe and his son and sneaks a glance at the midnight sky wondering if there is another solution. He slowly walks to the edge of the mountain, his heart aching and his mind crumbling second after second, a dark fog prevets all thoughts. He peers over the mountain at the tree tops and gazes at a glow of reds and oranges getting progressively closer to the montains base, his voice very low and with no effort he whispers "As predicted". Al sighs and his face drops, his knees become weak and he falls to the floor, the moon shining behind the mountainous terrain, his eyes clenched and tightly closed shut a burst of anger unleashes itself from his mouth "WHY?... WHY NOW?"
