From the Journal of Lutia, Sole Surviving Child of the Elder Race
These memoirs are for those who come after me. So they may understand that I did my best to keep life on this planet.
The elder gods, wishing for children of their own, seeded
Ziln with life, going against the destructive forces of the triple suns of the Alpha Centauri system. My people had so few children of their own, that our race was faltering and their genetic code was complicated enough that we could not replicate our kind. So my forefathers created simpler beings as a substitute. After Ziln was finished, we planned to teraform and seed other worlds.
In order to keep life sustained in the harsh environment, we inserted a terraforming capsule into the core of the planet, which sent out tendrils to every location to disperse the life force. My ancestors used Ziln as thier playground, creating varieties of otherwise impossible creatures. The
Mnorh were the single stable race genetically programmed to maintain and care for the delicate species.
The perfectly timed flares from the triple suns at their convergence that started
The Desolation changed everything, by corrupting and eventually wiping out almost all of the unstable life forms--plants and animals alike. Frantically, my people worked to save the planet by pouring power into the Life Force Renewal Core, but at the cost of sacrificing the sanity of Gnar--one of our own. When Gnar killed his betrayers, no one was left to maintain the core. I, the sole survivng daughter of the gods hidden from Gnar, am only able to maintain a single tendril that allows water to flow for the surviving Mnorh.
When my people, the few survivors of our powerful and creative race, were gone. So was our knowledge. Little was passed on to me before I was sealed away here to provide a small hope for our child race, the Mnorh. Even if I am ever rescued, we will have to evacuate all the Mnorh, for I do not know how to recreate the Renewal Core.
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