There once was a forest. Two tribes lived inside of the woods, The Lightners, and the Shadowers. The Lightners had been living in the Woods for much longer then the Shadowers. The Lightners were like their gods. The Shadowers came out of the darkest parts of the Woods, and their appearance reflected that. They were inky blobs of people, but they had form. They were inky black, all over, with black hair. They could float, but still had legs. They had one eye in the middle of their forehead, and a mouth. They seemed to have no nose, and if they did have one, it wasn't visible. The Lightners were prophicized to have came from the sun, and it surely showed. They had alabaster-white skin, most of them had white-blond hair, that looked like polished corn silk. They had the fairest of features, and all of them had golden eyes.
There was one king/queen, one healer, one advisor, the fighters, the hunters, and the royal guard, for each tribe. There was also the servants.
 But there was one more type, The Ashers. They were a mix of a Lightner and a Shadower. There was only a few to ever be reported in the Woods, but they still existed. Most Lightners refused to believe that one of their kind would ever mix with one of them. But still, It happened. And this is the story of how one came to be.
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