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Heather used to have a wonderful home, the ground was green, and it was full of life. Till the plague erupted, leaving everything into smoke and ash. People say that it was the eradication of the humans that the God of Death, Hunter, sent out upon them. Nobody knows why he did but they did notice how his empire was protected with a barrier, all of the animals were protected as well. All but the humans, they were getting so ill, leaving only a few hundreds of people left. The remaining ones tried everything to prevent this from happening, trying to find a vaccine to help, but it didn't work since it kept mutating every few months. Tried to use a mask to prevent breathing in bad air, but that didn't work either.
They thought hope was lost until they saw something, it looked like a creature, but it was just staring at the dead ground. The creature was called an aqrabuamelu (ak-ra-boo-a-mel-u), it is a part human and scorpion, more like a mutated creature. They can be very dangerous if anyone doesn't behave around them, but they were so desperate for answers that they went over to it and asked for its help. It looked a bit startled but soon, it agreed, and eventually helped us, and the people started to call it “the great protector”. It started a civilization and ever since then, they have been thriving.
The great protector doesn't talk in the same way humans do, just nod or make strange noises. He uses his stinger the same way people write with a pencil. He started writing down the rules onto the ground before letting them do their things. The rules were: Never try leaving the walls, don’t try making friends with the great protector and his guards, don’t break curfew, and always be happy.