The first like us was a god of everything. He could control everything our tribes can. He eventually had children who could control Earth, Water, Fire, and Air. He died, leaving them with a mission: to protect Earth and stay hidden. These people then created tribes with the people that discovered them. They eventually had children and died. Their children were to lead on their tribes and make new ones. Me and my cousins, Percy and Ash, make up this group, and our tribes are called the major tribes. Percy and I are in our late teens, around 360 years old. Ash is only 190 years old. My tribe, the air tribe, is considered the center of knowledge as we have learned to observe everything around us and make inferences. Percy’s tribe, the earth tribe, is the center of religion, as they have always immersed themselves in meditation and worship. Ash’s tribe is the center of bravery as his people are always brave and ready to act. We eventually had children (I know scary thought) and they are now leading the minor tribes. This is how we came to be. The dark tribes came from the dead, dark-hearted mortals. They were eventually convincing enough to drag the fire tribe into their evil alliance. We are all technically mortal, but since we have much longer life spans and are a lot more powerful, we are considered immortal.
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The Three Tribes
FantasyAmy is just a normal, teenage air goddess running her tribe. But one morning when she meets with her relatives, they find that the Shadow Tribe is plotting for war. And things only go downhill from there...
