The ruins of a small village sat silently in the cold night of the mountains. Blood and bones covered by the thick layers of snow that had fallen over the months that passed. It had been a horrific battle that ended up flattening the town and killing most living things in a two mile radius now all that was left where pillars of stone that held up the town hall and church. A full moon shined brightly overhead, marking the month of the blue moon. A special time for many species paragon especially held this time in reverence. For the paragon of the mountain the blue moon was their time of rebirth a time when the elderly and injured would go into a comatose state and reawaken younger and stronger like they were before.
On very rare occasions mother paragon would give birth during a blue moon. If this was to happen the paragon would abandon the eggs to the god of the mountain a creature which they worshiped loyally. They believed he was the one who gave the ability to reverse their time clocks and begin again. Many even claim to have seen him it was only when this town had been destroyed that the paragon got to see the face of their god. Who, to their shock, was an angel who had powers over time. At first they were outraged and demanded that he pay for his falseness. But this angel was a clever man. He knew how to hit the paragon where it would hurt. The paragon of course were not stupid creatures so he could have always used logic to sway them but they seemed to lose their minds over the fact that he was ‘pretending’ to be a god. He threatened their immortality and safety. In return the promised to keep giving the eggs of the blue moon to the angel in the spot of the village.