There's a myth about a group of beings called a Pantheon, that have wandered the universe, endlessly creating worlds and then leaving them to prosper, all for the sake of creating the perfect world. They work together, forming the land, the seas, animals and plants. Once in a while, they leave a member of the group out of the creation process, to see if the absence of one might create a greater whole. There are rules to this creation. If a world does not succeed, does not become perfect, it is recycled; destroyed. If the beings of one world should interact with another, those worlds are forever bound and will share the fate of the other. The being left out of the creation process is not allowed to have anything to do with the new world in the least. Another legend tells of one world where a member of this creation group did not exactly enjoy being left out. She set the races against each other, threw them into war, and gave them an escape. She was discovered, and before she could withdraw the escape she had sanctioned for the races she threw into turmoil, the Pantheon left the world. They deemed the world unsavory, hoped that it would recover from the destruction it was put through. Unfortunately, it didn't, and now that world is in the scope for elimination. ... and so is ours.