Time flows ever onwards, and a new Age begins as the old fades into the Farshore. Across Creation, beasts and creatures perk up their ears, open eyes wide, bare their teeth. They know now it is their time - but it belongs to another as well. The Huamagi , born from a jest they might never understand, awake. In groups of eighty eight, split equally between those biological male and female, they emerge blinking into the Light, standing on uncertain legs.
The World sees the vast majority of these new people, for they are first and foremost it's children. In lands born from the earliest Age to those newly born as the Edge retreats, the Huamagi explore their new existence. For the most part, in this unknown world the tribes stick together, wandering across The World to find a place to settle and rest. Some, however, break away to follow their Fates.
A single group of Huamagi appears on each of the four Eden Spheres. The Gardener Spirits were unprepared for the coming of Humanity, believing they had yet one more age before Humans awoke, but nevertheless they greet their new wards, in their own ways. Each takes over a Spirit Beast and uses it to create a body that best matches their personalities. Summer, for example, appears as a young girl in a loose dress with dark skin, while in contrast Winter appears as a pale, aged woman in a dress made from ice. The Spirits introduce themselves to their new inhabitants, and answer what questions they can, but are very loose with their commands. They are not made to rule Humanity, merely to guide and shape them.
Meanwhile, Humanity also arrives upon the Titan Forge. When they emerge from their pods, the Huamagi are greeted by the Spirit of Creation cloaked in the Divine Fire, a wrathful sight. Uninformed of the workings of the Many, and with his elder brother engaged elsewhere, the Spirit was prepared to deal with these unknown Beings should they be invaders of his domain. But upon seeing them fall to their knees in fear, the Spirit feels pity for them, and dismisses his burning avatar. Instead, he bids the Huamagi welcome to his home.
The eighty-eight enter cautiously, but with great curiosity. The Spirit watches them carefully, and blocks their path into the main forge room where the Divine Fire burns. When the Huamagi feels cold, he pulls skins of never-will-be beasts from the Primordial Ocean and fashions simple clothes for them. When they grow hungry, he finds for them food that shall never exist again. The Huamagi are awed by such displays, and beg their host for the ability to conjure what they desire. The Spirit of Creation, while indeed mighty, cannot grant such a blessing. Instead he offers something else; his knowledge of crafting, of shaping and making.
Other, less defined Islands of Order also see groups of Huamagi arrive upon their shores. Yet such environments are still hostile to life, despite their apparent stability, and so the Huamagi remain in stasis. The same is true of those that land in the Primordial Ocean itself, but not always. Sometimes it's ever shifting waters produce something so antithetical to Humanity that it can destroy the energy shields that protect the sleeping Huamagi . The only consultation is that their deaths will be quick and final, and that others shall continue to bob on impossible tides. Perhaps forever.
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