Gaia. Earth. Mother. Home. Whatever the name, this planet we call home has always given us what we need. But we humans were never satisfied with needs, and we took what was not offered, bending the land to our will. Trees we cut down, rivers we shifted, dirt we piled up and dug up, the very wind we harvested. All for our wants.

There is a theory, called the Gaia Theory, that this planet is one giant organism. The rivers are her blood, the trees are her lungs, the soil her skin, the mountains her bussum. The plants and animals are all part of her cycle. Humans however. We are akin to a virus. A virus that raged out of control. There was little Earth could do to stop us, or so we thought.

Gaia raged at us, us intruders and interlopers. Her skin cracked and fell apart, her blood boiled. The plants and animals rebelled against us. If we were the virus, Gaia needed something to stop us. She created several new species, the white blood cells to surround and devour us.

But, even as she created in her womb others to challenge the human race, she gave the humans blessings, evolutional gifts so they would have a chance to remain the top species.