Corona, being the small, isolated island it is, has never been a place of progressive technology; it relies purely on potions. You will find no sky scrapers, televisions, or cars, only quaint houses lined along cobblestone streets. You will find bustling marketplaces and the occasional carriage. With the simple lifestyle that accompanies their land, Coronans have no need for the commodities that the Gainas have acquired. Unfortunately, this has backfired on them.
As gaians become more and more proficient in medical advancements due to their growing knowledge of technology, many more lives have been saved from previously deadly illnesses. Because of this, the life cycle has been thrown off, and there are no longer the regular ups and downs of the number of inhabitants of each land. While this is a celebrated achievement for them, Corona’s population has suffered greatly. With more and more spirits being trapped in Gaian bodies, Coronans had been slowly dying away. The risk of extinction was becoming closer and closer each day.
Not having the same understandings of modern advancements, some of the greatest minds in the land looked to potions to save themselves. The first things they needed were souls; without them, a person would be virtually lifeless. After experimenting with hundreds of ingredient combinations, they finally found one that could be used to produce a temporary soul; it would only be in existence for a single lifetime. Still, this was all they needed so long as they still had the mixture. Then they needed bodies. This was, though, a much more complicated task. How does one make a body? To their knowledge, potions would not be able to make flesh and blood. They turned to the wise man of Corona, Helerick.
Knowing many secrets of the world, he had a wide understanding of such things. After the men told him of their soul-producing potion, he sent them away and readied his own concoction he had produced many years earlier. Helerick made the solution to create a child of his own, but no matter how he tried, he was never able to make a conscious body. He finally had exactly what he needed.
He needed to combine his potion with a tangible object; simply pouring it out would not create a being. Whatever object he chose would then be integrated into the crown that floated above the new Coronan’s head, and sometimes even into the individual itself. Now that he had the soul-producing potion, he prepared a large cauldron and poured both the concoctions in together. Grabbing the closest object to him, a quill that he often used to write letters, he threw it into the pot and watched as the mixture began to bubble. His eyes were wide with glee, and he stirred the combination with great pleasure in what was about to come.
As the concoction began to dissolve, a small crown, which resembled a quill, lying at the bottom of the cauldron was exposed. Helerick let out a booming laugh at what he had just created. The men that were earlier sent out were now confused at the sound and rushed back inside to make sure nothing was wrong. Seeing the wise man so excited over a little crown further baffled them, and instead of sharing Helerick’s joy, they became angry. The men thought he had wasted their time and effort on an ordinary crown, and walked out on the man, leaving him alone in his delight.
Over the next few weeks, though, his brilliance had been confirmed. The crown now had a small child below it; one that could think and move; one that would grow and live just like any ordinary Coronan. Seeing this, the men from before praised Helerick, and Corona now considered him a hero. Their population crisis would be halted for the time being. These new children were from then on given the title Alos.
