Far, far away in the infinite depths of the eternal universe, there existed a rich and prosperous galaxy, named Eyel, an illustrious name given by the assembly of the great wizards, and which meant in the ancient language - domain of the winged, for this galaxy was distinguished from all others by the beauty and power of this race.
The winged were a proud and talented people with destructive power, whose mother star, a planet as immense as it was fertile, bore the name Yzvalthes. A name chosen by its creator, a ruler cursed in body and mind, whose wings were broken by his own son as punishment for his sins. The latter, now emperor in his turn, poured all his magic on the once deserted lands of the planet to honor his father, and thus keep their history alive.
And so it was.