The Children of the Earth were raised in a village that lay on the outskirts of the Kingdom. They lived in this village because they were sent to be isolated from the "mundane" world outside for their differences from regular humans.
Some children are born perfect with nothing on their skin, pure. While others, like me, are born with patterns and designs that look like they should adorn the wings of butterflies on their backs, vines and flowers embroidered on their limbs and faces, and depending on their guardian creature, an insignia symbolizing the creature and the abilities they can possess as they grow in age.
These children were born with the ability to connect with spirits and creatures of the mythical world and because of that connection, a depraved king who despised them all decided their fates. I am a Child of the Earth, and this is our story of what we used to be.
