Long before the tribes carved fire from stone and claimed the rivers as their own, there was only the sky, the earth, and the gods who walked between them.
The Moon God, Yurae, gave light to the night, a silver shield against the endless dark. To his chosen bloodline, he entrusted a gift — bones unbreakable, bodies swift, spirits enduring. These were the Children of Yurae, guardians of the balance between men and gods.
But men are seldom content with gifts. One among them, a chieftain whose name is forbidden to be spoken, reached higher than his station. He sought the Flame of Day, fire belonging only to the Sun. With it, he believed he could free his people from divine law.
The Moon God punished this betrayal with a curse:"Every few generations, one shall be born twisted. His body will break upon itself. His spirit will carry chains. And through him, the fate of tribes will turn — to healing, or to ruin."
Thus the tribes learned to fear the Cursed Child (CC), an omen that the gods had not forgiven.