You are a Myth Weaver.
An ancient race of beings with an innate link to magic, to life, to creation.
You are the Progenitor Race- You are the Primordial Materia that life was created with. Welcome to your Re-Birth.
It is hard- coming to terms with the loss of your power. But here, 3,000,000 years after the death of magic, after the world worked itself into a cataclysmic orgy of self destruction, you stand. Ready to re-create.
Life it seems, is harder to quash than a cockroach and it has maintained it's grasp on the world. Thousands of years of a lack of humanity has seen strange beasts evolve and take claim of the land, odd monsters and misshapen horrors. As well as the first sparks of humanity.
Let it begin.