There are Six Crystals of Legend. Where they are are unknown to man. But once, a human tribe found them.

The Tribe was the Tribe of Altera. It was before the true dawn of man, so they were still beyond primitive. They were wandering bipeds, having left behind their trees. They wandered across an Ice Bridge, finding their way to the continent of North America.

They stumbled across a Legendary Crystal, the Twilight Crystal. They praised it, like it was a gift from the god they had no idea existed. They built little stick huts around where they found it, gathering food from wherever they could. But one day, one of the pre-historic missing links did a taboo, the first taboo ever committed- he touched it. His hair fell out, his teeth changed, he stood up straight, and his brain began to formulate things, systems, tecniques, and other things.

Ten years passed, and the inhabitants of the area became educated, formulating a language, a numeric form, and various ways of communicating. They caught fish, grew fruit, hunted deer, captured birds, built stable homes, created a community. They never abondoned the Twilight Crystal.

Eventually, as always, the tribe split apart, only one keeping the Twilight Crystal. They proclaimed themselves the Tribe of Altera, the keepers of the Twilight Crystal.

Hundreds of years passed, and the divisions began to feud. Altera did not bother with them, not having communicated with any other tribe since the split. The mages grew angry, calling the Alteran attitude 'snooty and obnoxious'. They attacked.

When the Mage forces arrived, they found nothing. Just a patch of cleared space, a mound where the Twilight Crystal once stood.

The Alteran Tribe was forgotten. Nobody ever heard from them again. But the Twilight Crystal lived on in legend.

It was whispered, uttered, told by the elders. It was passed down, generation to generation. The legend would fade, only to be discovered in a cave writing, script, or scroll. The legend rose for what seemed like it's last time, and in a desperate attempt to keep it alive, a scholar wrote about it. He put it in a scroll, sealed it in a container, and threw it into the ocean.