Risen from the sea where it had been put to sleep so long ago. It has broken no longer one island, but five each with a strange lighthouse upon it in ruins. The northern isle was the green forests of Kol-shoon the fragment of Foun's people dedicated to earth. Now the forests are frozen and the land is covered in ice. The eastern isle was the great mountains of the towered cities now all ruins and covered in the shadow of a great thunder storm. The southern isle home to the now dormant volcano that once powered the fire city of Sparkania is now covered in sand. The western isle the proud coral city of the Karakians belonging to water is now frozen like it's brother city Kol-shoon. The middle city utopia the city of spirit where the magic and psionic people lived is silent and cold. This will take a great deal of rebuilding to even reach a fraction of it's original glory. The lighthouses are inactive everything slumbers under ice, sand, and ash.

The varied people of Penta are not yet awake, but Foun hopes to resurrect them. His people are called the 'un-lived'.

 They are grey, metallic, and almost transparent. These people are absorbers although they can only absorb once. They absorb DNA and can adapt and evolve although they can only absorb a DNA code once in their life. This makes them quick learners and adapters. Foun hopes to use this to make them absorb the DNA of penta's old people and perhaps bring the isle back to life. A 'living' or being whose absorbed is no longer a 'un-lived' but whatever they absorbed and became. They reproduce asexually through splitting in two and growing from that point.

They are loyal and almost unthinking until they absorb. Basically computers until they they talk in a monotone mechanical voice. Tall and thin they have no faces and when they speak sparks seem to go off in their metallic like dome heads. Although not good at fighting, incapable of magic or psionic, they are also hard to kill able to change the density and shape of their bodies at will. Their culture is itself very emotionless they have no family or religion or grouping they will simply stand around until they get orders. If their is any 'dream' of the people it is to absorb DNA so they may become 'living'. They do not feel they are actually real until they have done this.

A strange sensation goes through his body. Parts of his mind seem gone as if he just awoke from a strange dream that he can't seem to remember. Looking about he see's the realm before him ancient giants in his mind shake off the dust of time. So... you're still here He moves forward testing the limits of his own strength as he finds himself able to walk he continues moving forward toward the first thing he see's. Penta... you've been gone so long... Now your isle rises without you. Gone so long when the dragon sunk his teeth into you. I shall awaken your legacy I swear it. He looks up into the sky and allows his energy to leave him and feel around.

It was freezing cold. Snow descended, slowly and peacefully, to the earth.. the trees were gnarled, frozen, dead. The earth was strong, but brittle. This was Kol-shoon, once.. but it had undergone such drastic changes that Penta didn't immediately recognise it. No being came to meet him.

He was alone.

He nodded it made sense to him things would have been frozen in the depths of the ocean. He starts making his way to the south. To the ruins of utopia his old central city. Things would more likely be in a similar state of despair through out the entire isle. He will not do much to repair it yet. He wished to see if the central city was as bad. Hopefully the old relics the lighthouses could be the key to the revival of this isle.

The city was silent.

As Foun walked the empty streets, nothing came to watch. Nothing came to announce the return of the their Lord. A chill filled the air, but that was all - there were no bugs, no birds. Rubble lay everywhere. The only light came from the dark moon above, and even then it was mostly obscured by cloud. The smell was crisp and clean, unlike the proper smells of life and festivity that once filled Utopia..

He studies the area and starts his advance to the ruined lighthouse. Once the sources of life in his old isle perhaps if brought back to life themselves the rest of the isle would follow. Where were his people there had to be some kind of remnant. I whisper to you isle, Come to me you remnants of life all that is left here come forward so that I may see you! Although he doubted yelling into the mist would help anything perhaps no result would come of it, but still it was worth a try. If nothing came of it he would do his best to revive the lighthouse it was his only hope.

A single creature came to observe Foun silently, its eyes hollow and its body grey, metallic, semi-transparent.. as it watched Foun the Magiscientific God felt a profound loneliness descend upon him, a damning nostalgia which made him drop to the floor and weep. What had happened..?

He couldn't move for a while, he knew all too well that this was what he was coming back too, but nothing had prepared for the reality of it. Struggling he finally pulls himself together and stands although with difficulty to his feet. Speak creature, tell me what is your name?

My.. name?

The creature didn't seem to understand the question. It's voice was soft but broken.

He struggles a moment longer under the weight of his sadness. Now he is steady again he gestures for the creature to follow and then thinking better of it. Follow me and where are the others? As he begans to finish his journey to the old lighthouse the ruins of sure torment. He would weep for what was his greatest accomplishment, but still he would work towards fixing that which had gone so horribly wrong.

The broken shell follows, but does not answer Foun. The city lies glooming in the dark mist, empty. The lighthouse soon stands in front of him, a broken relic of the perfect past.. its light snuffed in the dark.

He searches for the entrance trying to remember how he built it. Trying to remember the details to keep his mouth busy and also to make sure he was making progress he spoke to the broken shell. Are there others like you?