Hydrus CelinoxOnce upon a time, in a time long forgotten, there existed an island.
On this island an immortal did roam, a beast of great unknown. His name was Fiji and he was beloved by all whom he led.
For when threatened, he fought to protect the island and its inhabitants. When storms of summer came to rumble in the sky, he towered over the animals to shield them from the rain and waves. And when the treacherous weather swept the island clean, he kissed it and gave life to it once more.
But, one summer eve, the golden eyes of Fiji befell spheres of lights that danced above the water in the distance. While the animals trembled around him, he stood still and was not afraid, for he had nothing to fear. At the moment, no enemies approached.
Soon a small fleet of boats rode into the shore, and out hopped the pitiful remains of a once glorious empire. They rejoiced at having found land, dancing about the sand in great joy. Fiji was taken by their simple pleasure in finding solid ground beneath their feet and did not chase them away as he had with many others. He let them remain.
As time continued on, the refugees grew in numbers and soon existed within a village. Though having never met the Master of the Island, they felt his presence and gave him great respect. Children did not run in fear at the sight of his towering frame, hunters did not bear their spears upon spotting his massive footprints. He became a benevolent god, the Great Protector, and was given gratitude through many rites and rituals.
But, as with many traditions, it did not last.
Generations past, and with each new line, the respect diminished. The people of Pelluma became infected by Greed and Gluttony as they expanded and grew. They destroyed glades when no land was needed, they slaughtered animals when no one was hungry. They built ugly structures amid the beauty of nature, filled the air with smoke and toxins. And with the diminishing of his island, Fiji, too, became corrupted.
Hatred twisted him from a beautiful being to a monstrous beast. His once life-giving kiss became that of death, and where he stepped, plants withered and the soil was made toxic. His stories were told not to instill hope and praise, but fear. Children were told to avoid the forest at night, when he roamed in the shadows to enact terror. They were told to beware the Paw Prints of Death, for stepping into one would surely cause infertility. And as he became a monster in the eyes of the people, so he became in true form.
So listen well, all travelers to the island of Pelluma. Beware the Golden Eyes of the Beast, and pray you never step where he has.
For death shall soon follow…
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