Ever since she was little, Jane loved hearing her father tell the stories of the Fay Council, passed down from generations ago. Stories about the beautiful Asari who guarded the forests, and the cunning Salarians who haunted the swamps. Of the luminous Quarains who swam the sea, forever battling the stone golems of the Geth planes. The tinkering Volus, ferocious Vorcha, and dimwitted Elchor. No matter the story, no matter the hero, she loved them all.
But even among these fantastic races, who's deeds and mischievous pranks oft cause the human hero's to stumble, one stood out, playing through her mind at every second of every day.
The Turians. Massive beasts of war were they, taller then a man, stronger then an ox, and covered with natural armor that was stronger then steel. For hundreds of years Humanity had fought bitterly with these monstrosities, waging battle after battle. Bones were rumored to still littered the sands of the Pargonine wastes, where the final battle had been waged.
"-And there," Her father continued, flashing him sword dramatically over the fire, "Humanity drove the daemons far- far! - up into the Morga Mountains, from whence they had never issued again."
Ten year old Jane clapped her hands, laughing with delight. The harvest had been good that year, and so the tribe could once again afford to spend the nights awake and telling stories, as opposed to asleep in preparation for another day of grueling labor.
"Again," She cried in delight, "Again, Papa!"
"Aye, little one," He sighed, returning his sword to its scabbard, "The moon has passed it's first quarter. It is time for sleep."
Jane pouted, the brightened, "Will you tell me another story tomorrow night?"
"Yes kitten."
Jane shouted in excitement, rushing away from the cooking fire to dive into their shared tent. The sounds of (fake) snoring soon followed. Her father chuckled, put a few logs on the fire, and settled down to sleep, staring into the crackling blaze. Tomorrow was another day on Tamoria, and gods be damned it he wasn't ready for it.
