They stood on the outskirts of what they had once called home. Some were angry, others were mourning, and still more were apathetic. Despite the mixture of feelings, they stood there, absolutely silent, staring at the remnants of their village. Homes had been ravaged and torn, and everywhere they looked, all they could were the scars that were a result of the latest travesty. Together the Azhani stood, united as one. And together they moved as one, as they began to put the pieces back together.
The Azhani were a race unto their own. In a barren land such as Alfard, they alone knew that teamwork and effort were the only keys to survival. Absence of either one meant death. They had faced tragedy before, and would most likely face it again before the universe came to an end. But they would always pull through in the end. They had survived the trials of Emperor Olgan, they had survived the tyranny of Emperor Geldoblame, and they even managed to survive a disaster brought on by their own desperation.
This is the story of how the Azhani lost their values, how they split apart, and how they fought to survive a crisis they themselves had made. This is the story of how they re-learned their own survival skills, and the price they paid for losing faith. This is "The Tale of Renewal".