Once upon a time, in the mystical realm of Mewni, two races reigned supreme: the valiant and noble Mewmans, and the fierce and fearsome Monsters. For centuries, these two races coexisted in perfect harmony, side by side, united by their shared land and its abundant treasures. Magic flowed through the veins of Mewni, granting its people the power to perform extraordinary feats and miraculous wonders. Life was a harmonious symphony, orchestrated by the gift of Magic.
However, this idyllic existence was shattered when the Mewmans were confronted with a devastating truth about their neighbors. The Celestial Gods, emissaries from the Celestial Realm, descended upon the Mewmans with grave tidings. They revealed the dark secret that the Monsters had been abusing the precious gift of magic, corrupting its very essence and endangering the survival of their realm. The gods beseeched the noble Mewmans to intervene and save their home from impending doom, but the Mewmans hesitated, torn between their loyalty to their lifelong allies and the dire warnings of celestial beings.
At first, the noble Mewmans attempted to reason with their monstrous counterparts, imploring them to halt their reckless misuse of magic, for its continued abuse would bring only suffering and devastation. Alas, the Monsters turned a deaf ear to their pleas and responded with hostility, even threatening death and destruction to those who dared to oppose them. The once unbreakable bond of friendship between the two races began to crumble, giving way to animosity and distrust.
Then, on a fateful day, the winds of war swept across the land, shattering the serenity that once adorned the realm and plunging it into a maelstrom of chaos. The conflict erupted with an intensity fueled by an ancient, primordial hatred that had festered beneath the surface for generations. The battles that ensued became the stuff of legends, their earth-shattering magnitude rending the very fabric of the world.
Years passed, and the war raged on relentlessly, with neither side able to gain a decisive advantage. The battles were fought with unwavering ferocity, leaving in their wake a scarred and ravaged land. Ninety percent of Mewni's once sprawling landmass lay in ruins, a testament to the destructive power unleashed in the throes of this merciless conflict. From the ashes emerged what would later become known as the Butterfly Kingdom, a small remnant of the once-great realm.
Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, the indomitable spirit of the Mewmans endured. After countless years of unyielding conflict and unfathomable carnage, they emerged as the victors, their resilience and unwavering determination prevailing against all odds. In recognition of their noble actions, Glossaryk, the esteemed founder of the Magic High Commission, bestowed upon them the Royal Magic Wand—a sacred and revered artifact that would forever symbolize their indelible bond with magic.
As for the Monsters, it pained the Mewmans to witness their former allies reduced to a state of disarray and chaos. Yet, the consequences of their actions demanded retribution. Thus, the Monsters were banished to the depths of the mines, where they would toil and pay penance for their transgressions.
Meanwhile, the Mewmans embarked on a path of rebirth and reconstruction. Guided by the power of the Royal Magic Wand, they labored tirelessly to rebuild their shattered kingdom, this time free from the taint of corruption that had plagued them before.
-Excerpt from "The History of Mewmans and Monsters" found within the hallowed halls of the Royal Library.