Feral Beginnings
Jake Love was born with no name. A member of a warrior species, he was one of a clutch of younglings born during a time of turmoil when Legion forces were threatening to wipe their kind from their ancestral lands with superior numbers and military might. But most importantly of all he was born without a distinctive and recognisable 'half-soul'.
As such this youngling was immediately marked for greatness. Some believed him to be a new hope for their people, the first of a new kind free from the curse that had long plagued them for generations, where twins were born, one strong and bold, the other slender and cunning, yet neither capable of existing without the other. Others believed him to be a sign of their ending, for with any sort of 'new' life the old must die out. But all agreed he was certainly different. He was as strong as any of his 'true' brethren, as cunning as any of the 'wraith' and quickly proved himself a capable and reliable hunter. Soon enough he was selected to lead smaller hunts, striking against Legion camps, fighting a guerilla war to reclaim their land.
A number of cycles after his birth another youngling was hatched, also lacking a half-soul. Many were content to simply claim that these two were just seperated by time and there was no concern for his potential, that is had all been the superstitious thinking of the older generations but in time both of these warriors were to prove themselves paragons of their kind, each with traits of the other. In time they started to function as brothers, bonding in their unique nature and not due to any sort of soul link as others of their kin were forced to do. These brothers were devastatingly effective in the raids against the Legion and proved an inspiration for those around them. Between these two paragons of their kind the Fleas had turned their inevitable defeat around, fighting on to survive against all odds. At least until the day that one of their number had been captured.
Jake had been known for bold and some would say foolish actions. He struck without waiting for others, he went where none would dare and each and every time it seemed as though the Memory of the Ancestors protected him, saving him through sheer luck from what others stated he deserved for such foolish actions. But one particular raid went horribly wrong and even as the others of the raiding group stirred they found they were too late to stop the Legion elite from detaining and taking their wayward leader.
What followed was unlike anything else Primordial Earth had ever seen. The young paragon was but one of many captives the Legion had taken recently and as such the Flea clans were but one of many different factions acting to recover their lost brother. For the first time in the world's history the different warring cultures and factions were unified against a common foe. Yet as the final acts of this event played out tragedy struck, for the two paragons were stolen away by technology, caught in a portal rift and pulled to Primal Earth...