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Once upon a time lived a peaceful tribe, known for their specialties in potions making, matching the Impala tribe. Beside that, they were also known for their magic spells. One for protection and defenses. That was until… the War of Materion.
It was horrible, such torture. There were a lot of deadly magic particles, killing them or others from another clan that enters their clan.
The clan was no longer in peace—they were devastated in this endless battle. Lucky for them, one day, their leader agreed on a peace agreement with the other leaders. The tribe was more than relief, they could rebuild everything that has been destroyed! They thought. Time passes, magic is starting to disappear. That magic only last on one blood.
They call them the purest blood, the magic that descended on their children through their veins. Until, the 42th descendant became their representative of the clan for the 100th annual Running man Championship. She was young, yet strong-witted. Her name is Akari, and believe when she say a word of hers.
Akari, representative from the Ailouros Tribe. The 42th descendant and the 8th participant of the 100th annual Running man Championship.