You had been living on your ship for about a decade now, you didn't know how oong exactly. Ever since the Horde's army had destroyed your planet, you knew yourself as the only remaining First One. A bummer to think about, but you lived with it, regularly trying to talk to the ship or write your thoughts on scrap paper.

However, most recently, you had recieved a transmission from the ship's comms. It was the presence of a Horde Ship, a Horde Ship that had traces of First Ones tech surrounding it. You immediately went to investigate, only seeing the giant tower of a ship covered in leaves and branches. You couldn't think of what could have caused it, but the traces of magic suggested that it was the work of a First One... but who? Most of your relatives were either chipped or dead.

But there was one possibility.

Back when you were just a kid, a little child, you had watched a portal take away your baby sister.

What was her name again? That's right.

~Glenn~, wasn't it?

Would she even remember her name? Likely not. She probably had her own name. If she was even alive... but the evidence pointed to her being alive, the readings weren't fake.

Following the traces of trailing and broken down Horde ships, you found your ship landing on Etheria. A planet that was in old First One's recordings, but the recordings had abruptly stopped ever since one of your ancestors, Mara, had pulled Etheria to an unknown plane of existence. Stepping out of the ship, you winced while you looked around at the trees you had crushed.

"Who's there?! Show yourselves!"

You abruptly turned, hearing unfamiliar voices of what were likely the locals.

"I found them!"

In front of you now was a feline-esque woman with rather short hair and a bit of an annoying voice. She narrowed her eyes, looking you up and down suspiciously. Following her, was a blonde woman with- blue eyes. Recognisable eyes, and a face you swore tou recognised.

She stared at you, looking troubled. "Is- is that a First One's ship...?"