qilby's first fanfiction.

Eliatropes were born very far from here. Very, very, very far away. Up there, beyond the sky, there are other worlds... Other stars... And their number is infinite, just like grains of sand in the desert. We gave a name to it all: the Krosmoz. Where does the Krosmoz start? Does it have an end? No one knows. There is so much left to discover. As for our world, ah... Yugo... If only you could remember the auroras tinged with Wakfu, the scent of flowery oceans, and the dragon's song.

We lived in symbiosis with the dragons. That harmony was such, that our races were united from birth. Our people were governed by the Council of Six, the first six to be born. But... I should instead say the twelve. Chibi and his dragon brother Grougaloragran were the most inventive of us all. Together, they created the Eliacube. Mina and Phaeris were gifted with wisdom, and they solved all the quarrels that could divide their brothers. Glip and Baltazar had a passion for teaching, and they passed learning and knowledge to our children. Goddess, how pleasant it was to watch Nora and Efrim play innocently in the flower fields. And you, Yugo and Adamaï, the two adventurers, always in search of thrills, defenders and protectors of our people... What a pride for me and my sister Shinonome to be king and queen of such brilliant people.

But one day, another civilisation attacked us. They coveted our magic science. They were... The Mechasms. No negotiation was possible. Their only goal was destruction. Our world was threatened with extinction. We fought for our survival. The only solution was to flee. Thanks to the power of the Eliacube, we created a ship allowing us to navigate among the stars: the Zinit. This was a jump into the unknown, a desperate odyssey in pursuit of a new haven. Our wandering in the Krosmoz lasted years. From empty planets, we took the necessary Wakfu to fuel the Eliacube and propel the ship, jumping from world to world, further and further...

And so, we finally found this world. It... Was bursting with life. Every inch of it was imbued with Wakfu. After a few years, our civilization managed to rebuild itself. Thus began a new era of joy and prosperity. But once again, fate tormented us. One of the Mechasms, known as Orgonax, picked up our trail. And war ensued again! Orgonax wreaked havoc. He seemed indestructible. Despite our valour, it was impossible for us to beat him. Many perished trying, including my dragon sister Shinonome. Together, the Eliatrope adults sacrificed their Wakfu to put the children out of harm's way, sending them in a dimension out of space and time. And you two, against my will, you did the same with me, thus saving my life. To this day, I don't know if you did it because I was your king, or because of the wound that Orgonax inflicted me.