Long long long time ago, There was someone known as Brooker. He was of Dierkan and Mirthian parents, and back in those days this Was Not Good. Dierkans and Mirthians never mixed. But that is another story.

Brooker was dumb - he couldn't speak. Thus, the residents of his village also thought he was mentally retarded. Eventually he was set aside at the village idiot and ignored, except for the children who were intrigued by this voiceless man.

He was taught to read and write. Brooker had a wild imagination and because no one would befriend him, he often spent time fantasizing and contemplating about the world he lived in. Brooker made up lots of stories to explain the world around him. He started writing them out, and some children would read them for entertainment. He came up with stories about everything! Some were based on Trees, which were the antlers of Earth Deer - deer that lived underground. There was the story of Life and Death, and the romance between the two, always connected and sharing their child which was called The Now.

He took on the name Delph DeMorte as his pen name.

Everything he believed in, was real to him. So much so, that he wished hard he could bring that world into the physical one he lived in.

And one day, he got his wish. And not a day went by that he didn't regret it.