Plot

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HOPE COMES

Pohono was supposed to be a paradise. No one told us about the koxi. No one knew, I guess. Everything was great, at first. Pohono was new, fresh, unexplored. Untouched and untamed. No wars. No shortages. No crowds. We got to breathe fresh air. Then the koxi came. The xymokoxi, giant lizards, native but entirely vicious. They slaughtered us at Chydyn until, all of a sudden, they came, floating out of the sky. The griffins, the simourvs, as we came to call them. A giant black, nearly twice the size of the already hulking koxi, and a smaller blue. They saved us, as they would continue to save us. We struggled onward, starting to lose hope as simourvs began to disappear. Pohono became our trap. Then the riders came, a group of lost children with simourvs at their sides. They had bonded, shedding all else to become more. They are now our guardians. If they cannot save us, we will die here. We cannot run. So pray to gods we long ago left. Pray to the riders.

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