Josie stared out at the mass of grey and white beyond her,
and wondered what it would be like if she could venture down below.
The Savions had claimed the higher ground as their home for
years. They are not aware of how they truly came to be there, but like all
great nations, there are many great stories to guide the people to their
destiny and the greatness they so desperately seek. These stories range from
the much expected tale of being created as a type cast of divine beauty, to the
most absurd scenarios which involve them willing themselves to evolve into the
greatest creatures to roam the vast dimensions. Many Savions preferred the latter
of course, as they are such a vain and proud people. However, vain though they
might they might be, their hearts are full of love, love for the natural beauty
tht surrounds them, and love for one another. You see, they are a gentle race
who hold no one person more important than the next, each being significant in
their path of life.
But still Josie dreamed…
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