Isabel wakes with absolutely nothing; she is stranded in an endless dunes and desert. The last thing she can remember is the lost of hope she felt when she and her family were thrown from country to country from state to state from one servitude to another it was tireless more worse she have to bear the sight of her family suffering with her together with others it was the devouring if nature it's what they call it. The island country they once treasured engulfed in deep sea and endless rain. They were afloat for weeks of no food or water before salvaged into servitude. Her presiding family was not of horrid treatment but of capital idealism have no appreciation to human ideals and emotions she and her family was pushed through heavy labor just for returns. The head of the family actually fancies her. She is merely 18 and this admirer is almost a father. He pesters her of personal requests and obsessive attention. He knows Isabel is a polygoth; he uses this as an excuse to carry her around the estate milling, vineyard, hatchery and sewing mill. The laborers just keep an idle eye and a meek demeanor of his treatment to her the physical clingage the smothering. Isabel knows man rarely keeps to oaths of devotion and affection only a being of purity can accomplish such feats of love. Day in and day out she spends her days in this obsessive presider's prying eyes. One day at the sea shore a storm is raging rushing in to conquer the whole sea side. Isabel was left at the docks to tend to fishes for in the marrow, she knows her presider will request more of her if she fails of her labor's duties. She struggled in vain trying to salvage the catch of the day, as she is about to depart from the docks the sea line rescinded as if it was a miracle to suddenly see it pulling back then a grand spectacle was staged a tsunami about to swoop in a second she gazed at the heighting eclipse of the sea with her heartbeat and and her thoughts in complete stop when the heighting shore shattered she let out a scream lest she abandoned all hope of living through this. Then she felt the waves flowing, not of a shivering cold, but of a tickling warmth all over her body. She felt a force colliding with her body then the force multiplied in collision in every part of her in constant speed she felt a tremendous pain and finally the pain climaxed into a feeling of a gentle breeze. After waking up all she felt a cold steel next to her.She was caged in with other sorrowful women and children being dragged but what seemed like 2 buffalos twice the size of a normal one, this buffalo like creatures have flabby skins sagging on each side. They are being guarded by grey human forms with appendages: a tail looking like an arm with receptors on the end. They are very muscular. Their head is with protruding mane from arms with thick fur like hinds. They have patches on their skin but it is transparent. She immediately asked "what are they?" To the person she have an eye contact with. She mumbled words she felt not familiar with. The girl she was speaking to mentioned "fargores", it seemed this person understands her. Looking around with so much questions in her mind she waited for more answers and sitted with the others. They were dragged for almost half a day . They arrive at a comoflaged structure of adjacent domes. The entrance is a ravine narrowing to center expanding from the center towards the center of the domes. There is only one entrance. They were bought in at the second floor and were presented to a group of fagores.

Isabel was introduced to Famir the elderly Fagore that serves as the community chief. Famir gazed at Isabel like he is fishing into her past. He signaled a female Fagore, a Cafere, to take in Isabel. Isabel was then taken into her fellow alike. They gave her a spot to sleep on the collective room for her and all who seem like her. So much questions keep trying to explode into a question out of her. She spoke to the sisterly alike that help her fix her bed space. ‘

“Where.. what.. happened ..I don’t know anything .. I don’t know nothing..”Her quite honest statement.

Estrella the sisterly alike mentioned this as if a mother telling her a fairytale.

“In the beginning the master commands all that has “mana”, mana is everything given everything that is us. The mana as taught by the master will take form as we take more of it be ware to make it a form that will let it grow and will let all mana be more.

Among all with mana the Pygmaeus, mana of flight, Fagorian, mana of hunt and speed, Taurion, the mana of strength and bruteness, and Mayorian, mana of wit and creation was the most who the master elevated among all manas.

Each elevated has embodied the masters command of nurture and aid in progression of mana. And everything of mana remained in good no mana was left to itself and all progressed.

One day Mayorian to his honesty towards The Master had opened an empty space of the flowing time and expanding space. It was there before the master predicted the coming of it. Mayorian opened the fault towards progression, if each embraced the progression no one left, then we the mana has multiplied in the progression an eventuality of clashes of each manas progression will occur. The Master have a holistic view of the coming and what have passed. He gave more attention towards Mayorian.

The Master outcasted Mayorian, then Taurion not in full appreciation of The Masters full teachings accepted Mayorian still, so did Fagorian and Pygmaues. They reveled with each other and eventually The Master accepted Mayorian once more seeing as he still embraced all manas. Mayorian never left the opened empty space into The Masters teachings he then showed this to Taurion, Fagorian and Pygmaeus. Taurion has always accepted The Masters teachings in a way that is aided by Mayorian, that is why he felt reluctant to leave out Mayorian. Fagorian has always taught he was in full acceptance although in delivery of the Masters teachings he sometimes arrives into a shock and fascination of how Mayorian can fully follow the teachings of The Master. Pygmaeus is close to a competition towards Mayorian but he  always flew away and in elevation, which created a gap between him and the other manas.

Mayorian then made an unthinkable creation a defense to each manas progression. The Master in full prediction what is to come of what Mayorian created decided he is to assign all manas to Mayorian. All manas searched of The Master but was unable to find him. The whole mana in rage came to Mayorian some asking guidance others wanted to take the mana of Mayorian as appointed keeper of all manas.

Until this day Mayoiran was appointed keeper he progressed in his mana and all Mayorian of his equal. They have been keeper and appointed Taurion, Fagorian and Pygmaeus as hand of the keeper, but Pygmaeus has not followed Mayorian and had always been in Hallaven, Pygmaue’s keep.

Isabel keep contemplating the whole time of this words and the people. Her mind can accept the words but the past struggles within. She never had these words yet she can absorb the entirety of it.

She explained to Estrella “Sister, I am not from here, we do not have Fagores, this is not our beginning”

Estrella told her “You are Mayorian, you and your kind our kind are alike, some hail of the Extremata (within) and the Ulfemata (outer). So many Mayorian have came from Ulfemata asking to be part of the Mana. They all came here as Mayorian, there is no difference.”

Isabel kept to herself trying to dwell on what was explained to her. What more of existence is there other than to accept. She then tried to sleep gazing at the ceiling of the room.