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My homeworld of Abbinah was such a tranquil place before I destroyed it.

The land was carefree and bountiful. Fights were solved around a discussion table rather than battlefields, and my teachers saw great potential in me as a diplomat. But everything changed when a group of small, green creatures came to our world. They said they were heralds to someone called “The Big High War God.”

Our trackers managed to uncover the location of the portal, and sent a diplomat, my father, through to negotiate peace. After several hours had passed, I had begun to worry for him, when I saw a strange fluctuation in the portal. It was growing. Out stepped a massive creature coated head to toe in armor, decorated with grisly trophies of its victims. I recognized a skull dangling from his shoulderpad, and averted my eyes.

I hid in some nearby brush while the giant creature trudged forward, as legions of ferocious beasts of all shapes and sizes followed him. It was only once his armies filled the valley that the giant spoke. “Find the orb! Search every cave! Raze every village that stands in your way! GO!"

I suddenly realized what the giant was searching for. The Orb of Abbinah was an artifact, said to be left by the elder gods, which could allow its user to control the Anima Mundi, the life force of the world, and bend it to your will. A rogue avianse had used its power against his enemies, but created the Darklands, a wasteland where the Anima Mundi was permanently drained. The elders decided to teleport it deep underground, near the planets core, so it could not be used again.

The “Big High War God” uncovered this by torturing our high council for information, and within the day, he had a tunnel burrowing downwards, and I made my way inside after him. I was nearly lost in the twisting passages, and had to fight off several of the brutes before I found it. Moss and lichen grew all over the cave walls, and I could sense the Anima Mundi flowing through the orb, causing the energy within to shift. “Not so fast, bird!” I heard over my shoulder. I lunged for the artifact and managed to wrap my claws around it. I focused my anger towards the Big High War God and poured it into the orb, causing it to turn blood red. There was a great shaking, and finally an explosion as the very energies of the Anima Mundi burst outward, taking chunks of the planet with them.

Though the war god retreated, with all of his armies destroyed, the avianse fared no better. Our planet, once perfect, was forever scarred. Though the orb allowed me to help rebuild our society, and the avianse accepted my penance, I hope to eventually find them a new home. They deserve nothing less than the crown jewel of the cosmos for what I have put them through.