A long time ago, in a land not unlike our own, a single seed had sprouted in a place long inhabited by things humans had never quite grasped how to understand. Beings that had little idea of their own origins, though humanity had its ideas, most of them bad, despite their oft peaceful nature and willingness to live alongside the short-lived but quickly breeding race that felt it had more right than anything else on their world. The humans had given many names to these races, elves, dwarves, orcs, goblins, gremlins, dragons, gargoyles, griffins, wyverns, wraiths, werewolves, and many more names befitting monsters. Each of these beings in kind had their own names for the human race, many sought peace, far many more felt they were a pimple on the worlds ass that needed to be popped. Neither side, mortal nor magical, thought much when one star fell from the sky to land behind distant mountains. From this star seed something began to grow, malicious and cruel, unfeeling and unflinching, infectious and terrible that seeped into the ground and spread its tendrils forth into the landscape. Trees became monstrous, grass itself became like shards of glass, even the air grew sickly and toxic. It grew slowly at first, a few curious souls tried to learn from it, though none knew what they did for they never returned. The first peoples to flee were the ones in the mountains, and then they fled alongside the forest-folk, and so the Great Exodus continued, race after race fleeing from the Corruption that spread. Much time has passed, any many still flee, though the Corruption has been slowed by efforts of zealous humans, who seek to blame the magical, and they who would give all to save their world.. Here is the story of two in this world, one young man named Qilby, and an unknown woman, unaware of the turning of fate's wheels..