Yrael: I see. I know all about you....I read your mind just now while you were talking about your other companions. The other's minds I could not read....they are too far away.
I should tell you about myself and my race. I am Yrael, one of the 2nd cousins to the Royal Line, from the Atlantic ocean.
We Sahriyo were immortal. Masters of the sky. And then something happened. Nephy, the one who found me, thought that it was the rise of humans which wiped us out. That is partially true, for among the humans were shamans, priests, witches, enchanters, those who were blessed with the gift of magic. And they envied us. For all their magic spells, there was one thing they could not gain: wings to fly.
So they captured us and rode us. How, I do not know, for I was told to remain at the bottom of the Atlantic, my home, for my own safety. Those who resisted capture were brutally tortured until they submitted to their human "masters".
A being of flight, of freedom, cannot stand captivity or slavery for long. Slowly, we began to die out, and those still alive fled and hid. And all this time, the human civilisation grew. We Sahriyo sorrowed, for our numbers were few, and who would want to be immortal, to live forever, without anyone to spend that eternal life with?
Then came humans who were friends. Yes, friends. A group of enchanters we could trust, could befriend. They called themselves the Elite. I cannot name you all of them, but one of the 5 leaders was Morgan Le Fay, who travelled through time to help us. In fact, almost all of them did.
"We want to save your race, so that future generations of humans may admire your beauty, and that a powerful race of beings will not die out, but learn to live in peace and harmony with humans. We wish to amend the wrongs done by our race."
The enchantment they planned cast was to turn all Sahriyo, dead or alive, into eggs. We would sleep in this dormant form until we hatched and grew and lived again.
Alas, there was a betrayal within the Elite. Some still wanted to capture us. While the Elites battled with each other, 4 of the leaders, the last one being the traitor, cast the enchantment. There was now one problem: We Sahriyo would keep our memories only until we hatched. And then, living out our new lives, we would need help to regain them.
The faithful Elites scattered the eggs all over the world, hoping that one day, we would find guardians, human or not, who would help use grow and regain our memories.
And so we were found.
