In another world, in another time, in the Age of Civilisation. Once Thra was wild and lush but now with the arrival of the urSkeks and later the skeksis, Thra has lost its biodiversity great cities are spread throughout and nature is confined to national parks.
This all started when the urSkeks came, believing the world to be better with more technology they advanced Gelfling and Podlings to a level similar to the 1800's and with that plague spread through trade networks and global warming slowly began to culminate. Then the crystal cracked and the Skeksis and Mystics rose with that the ice caps began to melt, and oceans were polluted with spills of oil by Gelfling.
Gelfing lost the ways of Thra, and they only realized it was wrong until the biodiversity was nearly lost.
Angelic Falls National Park.
The suns rose slowly that day UrMik the Breeder noticed as he left his cave. They always looked the same in this lush and beautiful mountain where his kind lived forever. He watched the suns illuminating the Glowing Fronds and awakening the small little Parrot Budgie, jolting flowers into bloom and letting sleeping Holler bats sleep.
It was beautiful but no matter what he felt sadness, the nature near him was short and limited it stop sprawling after a few short kilometres where after a sign saying Angelic Falls there was nothing but urban and cities. It was mostly concentrated in Eight Places, and he stared at the smallest. Stonewood City, a city of nature lovers and military whatever wasn't for people was either military bases or nature reserves.
"Hello mister Breeder!" A little mystic waddled past him. It was the young urMon with his little bright smile and lanky body, he waved at the hunched back elder.
"Hello…little childling" The Breeder responded smiling. Pleased the young mystic waddled over to his friend's urLad and urMok who were screaming at him from afar. They sat on a little table with a little game set up likely something the Wanderer made before he disappeared.
The Breeder watched as he waddled to them and began fiddling with the puppets. He fondly remembered the times he had with his friends as a childling himself. It was such fun and games, playing with UrUr and urRa, pranking his father the Archer and surprising his uncle UrGoh with spooky ghosts and the like and when he could run instead of slowly amble around, feel the wind on his hair and the suns on his back.
Suddenly he felt a pain on his tail as it was pulled out of its socket. He screamed in pain.
Castle Of The Crystal
SkekVak screamed in pain as skekSkek pulled his long, lithe tail in frustration.
"NO, NO!" skekSkek shouted "Don't touch the Behemoth skull".
"OK! OK!" skekVak the Genectist.
Suddenly the pain stopped and skekSkek walked past him and hissed at him as he closed the drawer. He was in the armoury of the Skeksis full of rifles and bones of the losers. Around him were harpoons and blubber, he was inside the marine section ran by SkekSa and skekSkek who was promoted recently.
"I was looking for you skekSkek" SkekVak spoke "I wanted to talk to you about your recent hunt".
"Oh so you want Behemoth blood now?" skekSkek stared "Fine come also we are not kids anymore called me Whaler, Geneticist"
He used his keycard to open a navy blue door into a shadowy dark room full of corpses. The Whaler handed him a syringe and retreated into the shadows to take a call.