Morning came, and with it rose the twin suns. The sky glowed faintly pink, beautiful yet cruel, for beneath it stretched a world that showed no mercy. The heat was unbearable, the soil barren, and no crops could thrive. Only a few stubborn trees clung desperately to life.
Yet hidden within the wastelands lay oases—rare sanctuaries of water and green where life gathered. And in the heart of this vast, grey world lay secrets older than memory.
This was Avallah: a planet a hundred times larger than Earth, a world of war and survival. At its center lived the Aspers—beings more advanced than mankind could ever dream.
They were divided into three races, bound not by trust, but by fear.
The Red Aspers (Rageallah): small, red-skinned, with black eyes and violent tempers. Forged by war, they once ruled Avallah with brute strength and iron will.
The Blue Aspers (Oceallah): tall and refined, marked by crests upon their chests and black, pupil-less eyes. Cold and calculating, they too once held the crown of Avallah.
The Yellow Aspers (Sparllahs): masters of invention and strategy. Two centuries ago, they seized power from the Reds in a conflict remembered as the Terror Days.
But their victory had not come from machines alone. Their true strength lay in a bloodline feared by all: the Golden Aspers. Only seven existed, born tall, furred, and tailed with arrow-tipped ends. Their unmatched abilities carved them into legends—the royal family of the Sparllahs.
Yet even legends have limits. When the Sparllahs nearly destroyed the Rageallah, the Oceallah intervened, forcing balance. A treaty followed, ending centuries of bloodshed. Now, if one race grew too strong, the other two would unite to break them.
On the surface, peace reigned.
But peace was only words.
And words could be broken.
Far away, beneath the shadow of this fragile balance, a boy stirred. He did not yet know it, but his fate was bound to the three races, to their wars, and to their betrayals.
His name was Solvane.