Prologue
There was once a place, in a galaxy that lay far from our own galaxy the Milky Way. It was a place where a people identical to humans settled and made their home. They were so identical to the human race that the only reason that they weren't seen as brothers in skin was that they were a magical race, born with the mage talent: The talent, knowledge and control to wield, manipulate and use elemental mage energies. There wasn't a person on the small planet of Piccolo that wasn't a mage, however weak or powerful their talent. One more dissimilarity from their distant earthling ancestor was that they chose to mentally bond with an animal that also was magically talented. They called these animal partners, amiheava's. On the rare occasion a bonded pair soul-bonded, a bond that was so strong that that human and animal could not shield one another out of their thoughts or feelings both physical or mental. They were always together and could feel everything the other felt, however faint it may be, which had both advantages and disadvantages. The bond animal either had the mage gift or they had the gift to be a channel: someone/something that worked with a mage and can tap into the energy currents and feed the working mage with added energy. Usually mages chose to band to a bird like an owl or a falcon or chose an animal like a cat or a larger animal like a horse. On the rare occasion the more powerful mages chose to bond with the Tigers that their ancestors bread to have fur the color of the rainbow. But the Tigers would only bond to someone that was an adept in their talent. Piccolo was a place of power and domination where your talent classification determined how high you were on the social ladder. There are many different levels of the mage and channel gifts, but they are put into three main classes. The Journeyman-class have the weakest talent levels. Those with this level of talent can see, using mage sight (a second sight that, when allowed by the mage or channel, lets them see the magical energies that are ever present around them), the small to moderately strong currents of elemental energies. However they can only use/manipulate the smallest of those and only one element at a time in a spell casting. A Master-class mage can see the small, moderate and the weaker of the strongest currents of energy. They can only use the small and moderate currents of energy and are able to combine up to three different elements in a spell casting. An Adept-class mage is the highest class of the magic gifted. An Adept can see every line and current of power and also the nodes. A node is a place where one or more currents of energy intersect to mix and re-disperse the stirred energy; they are the source of the strongest of the energies available. Only the highest level of Adepts are able to tap into a node and at a high cost, when one taps into a node directly, the strength of that much magical energy bleaches one's hair and eyes of color. Their hair goes a snow white and their eyes go a liquid silvery blue color. This was a sign of prestige and power and one that even the stupidest of people recognized and respected. With all the power hungry people and animals, the tiny planet was a place where the strong feed upon the weak. A place where domination meant survival and social and political status. Piccolo in and of itself was a peaceful planet despite the personal mage wars that occurred once every 5 minutes somewhere on the planet. But the mage battles were only rivals competing for a higher social standing and were very official and closely monitored by appointed mages of Adept-class and thus completely fair and non offensive to either party. In the laws that were written long ago, so long that their creation was only a fairy tale but absolutely "the way, clearly stated that "no inhabitants are to use their strength or talents to hurt another". This included the bond animals and the half creatures as well. Abusing another being just wasn't done. But dark times had come to settle on the peaceful planet...and nothing was what it once was.
There was once a place, in a galaxy that lay far from our own galaxy the Milky Way. It was a place where a people identical to humans settled and made their home. They were so identical to the human race that the only reason that they weren't seen as brothers in skin was that they were a magical race, born with the mage talent: The talent, knowledge and control to wield, manipulate and use elemental mage energies. There wasn't a person on the small planet of Piccolo that wasn't a mage, however weak or powerful their talent. One more dissimilarity from their distant earthling ancestor was that they chose to mentally bond with an animal that also was magically talented. They called these animal partners, amiheava's. On the rare occasion a bonded pair soul-bonded, a bond that was so strong that that human and animal could not shield one another out of their thoughts or feelings both physical or mental. They were always together and could feel everything the other felt, however faint it may be, which had both advantages and disadvantages. The bond animal either had the mage gift or they had the gift to be a channel: someone/something that worked with a mage and can tap into the energy currents and feed the working mage with added energy. Usually mages chose to band to a bird like an owl or a falcon or chose an animal like a cat or a larger animal like a horse. On the rare occasion the more powerful mages chose to bond with the Tigers that their ancestors bread to have fur the color of the rainbow. But the Tigers would only bond to someone that was an adept in their talent. Piccolo was a place of power and domination where your talent classification determined how high you were on the social ladder. There are many different levels of the mage and channel gifts, but they are put into three main classes. The Journeyman-class have the weakest talent levels. Those with this level of talent can see, using mage sight (a second sight that, when allowed by the mage or channel, lets them see the magical energies that are ever present around them), the small to moderately strong currents of elemental energies. However they can only use/manipulate the smallest of those and only one element at a time in a spell casting. A Master-class mage can see the small, moderate and the weaker of the strongest currents of energy. They can only use the small and moderate currents of energy and are able to combine up to three different elements in a spell casting. An Adept-class mage is the highest class of the magic gifted. An Adept can see every line and current of power and also the nodes. A node is a place where one or more currents of energy intersect to mix and re-disperse the stirred energy; they are the source of the strongest of the energies available. Only the highest level of Adepts are able to tap into a node and at a high cost, when one taps into a node directly, the strength of that much magical energy bleaches one's hair and eyes of color. Their hair goes a snow white and their eyes go a liquid silvery blue color. This was a sign of prestige and power and one that even the stupidest of people recognized and respected. With all the power hungry people and animals, the tiny planet was a place where the strong feed upon the weak. A place where domination meant survival and social and political status. Piccolo in and of itself was a peaceful planet despite the personal mage wars that occurred once every 5 minutes somewhere on the planet. But the mage battles were only rivals competing for a higher social standing and were very official and closely monitored by appointed mages of Adept-class and thus completely fair and non offensive to either party. In the laws that were written long ago, so long that their creation was only a fairy tale but absolutely "the way, clearly stated that "no inhabitants are to use their strength or talents to hurt another". This included the bond animals and the half creatures as well. Abusing another being just wasn't done. But dark times had come to settle on the peaceful planet...and nothing was what it once was.