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Ms.Ezra
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We call our world Nomae-Ralo.
Our world is very different from yours. Your world is dominated by humankind, with no room for other sentient life. The menagerie of races that is our world, is only the stable for myths and 'fairy tales' in yours. We have quarrels, and power struggles same as yours. Only we have yet to discover the inner might of a lightning strike, so we huddle around wood and rock fire, or oil lamps when the land is ruled by the night.
And yet here you are, in our world. An otherworldly force has opened a door between our worlds to pluck you from there, and dropped you here.
It's not just you who has come from that world, others were taken as well. They come from across your globe, and even from different times. Some of you lived centuries apart.
At first we just called you all Strangers. Because you spoke a tongue never heard, dressed odd to us, and some of you brought strange weapons. Dangerous weapons. The best of us took you in. The worst of our leaders jailed you for your strange ways.
But rather quickly, you Strangers became two very different groups. The Drifters are those of you who keep your distance from other Strangers and even the natives, preferring to wander in search of something only you could understand.
Then there are The Enders. Those Strangers who passed from your world and have taken it upon themselves to exert their will on the native humans, to end their dominion and existence by any means. Maybe something horrible happened to them in their world, why they choose to do this.
In some of you, the passing between worlds granted you unnatural power. Most with this kind of power became an Ender, but the possession of power does not make one Drifter or Ender. Choices do that.
What choices are you going to make in our world?