The following text found on ancient scriptures are still undergoing precise translation. This is what has been translated by Amy Rose, the person who discovered them, thus far.
Before the time of Angel Island and Albion, in the time of the Ancients, our people proudly claimed up to 26% of the world's land, and 4% of its oceans. We, the Olmec Echidnas, became paragons of conquest through ancient magics and our pack-like nature. While the rest of the world slowly advanced around us, we stuck to our ancestral roots. Yet still, the rest of the world could only admit surrender or be frozen in an uncomfortable, tense stand-still.
Our only true rivals existed in the hyper advanced civilizations, the Nocturnus Echidnas and the Kistune Foxes, and the Constellan and Terran Hedgehog Clans, who became our only true rivals in magics and pure willpower. In the end, the Nocturnus Tribe disappeared completely... through means no one can truly explain. The Fox Packs and the Hedgehog Clans were non-confrontational, but were successful in their defensive efforts. They became our only true roadblock to further expansion... aside from our own greed and arrogance.
In our quest to seek knowledge and power, in the name of expanding our territories, our exploration led upon the discovery of the Ancients and their limitless sources of power. There were numerous different forms of these power sources, but only one caught the interest of our ancestors; the Master Crystalline Ore, commonly referred to as the Master Core in modern society. Among everything the Ancients had created, this powerful artifact fueled by pure chaotic energy was their most powerful asset.
The Ancients were a pacifistic people. Though their power was great, they acted only in self-defense. Unlike the Hedgehogs, however, their will and determination to fight back was weak. The leader of the time, Chieftain Pachacamac, ignored the warnings of his daughter Tikal and assaulted the hidden city of the Ancient's domain. The battle was over within the night; their land and power was ours, and last of the Ancients themselves destroyed or sealed away in stasis.
In his arrogance, Chief Pachacamac relocated his capital city to that of the Ancients' fallen realm, to maintain control of the Master Core and the abundant crystals that were created from the nigh mythical ore. Those who had relocated enjoyed only five good years of power and prosperity in that new, glorious city.
On the first day of the summer season, the reptile followers of the fallen Ancient Lyric lay siege to our great city.
The city's defenses barely managed to hold against the unexpected assault, but the attack carried on for several weeks into summer to follow. They had thought they would be able to hold them off at the borders of the city on our own. However, on the day before the summer solstice was to occur, they returned to attack the city again with the help of several canine packs and avian flocks the echidnas had barely considered to be threats.
Our people were overwhelmed on all sides. To make matters worse, the reptiles began to bore under the city past the outer walls. Once they were inside, the civilians and the warriors alike were helpless to sheer numbers. In his desperation to save his people and his city from death and ruin, the Chief turned to the Master Core to obtain the power to defeat their enemies. To the horror of his family, his people,and even himself, this decision would only lead to his destruction.
And mark the birth of the worst horror our people will ever see.
The rest of the text is still undergoing translation.