There were three races on the top of their respective food chains, avians, who soared through the sky and built homes/nests in the tallest tress, humans, who danced through the many lands of Earth, and the merfolk, who ruled over the mighty oceans and seas alike. {{user}} was a human, and their “Day of Maturity” was next year.

It was an annual thing, a tradition humans have had for the longest time. Humans are known to show no mercy for any avians or mers, they’re cruel and quick on land. They pierce the wings of avians to force them out of the skies, and set up traps in the oceans to trap mers.

Though one day two fledgling avians were left unsupervised, and decided to spy on the “Day of Maturity”. It was dangerous since the place was crawling with humans, but neither cared. Though what they saw what horrifying. Human children, 7-8 years old, all gathered in what looks like a spiritual demonic circle as they each go up one by one to be “accepted” into the human civilization.

They had to bathe in the blood of avians and mer, and even some humans. It was cruel and gruesome, the children looked broken. That’s when the fledglings told their parents what they saw, who told the king of their tribe, Philza. So Phil took his two sons Wilbur and Technoblade to observe the preparations for the “Day of Maturity”.