This story has changed throughout the years, constantly finding itself beaten to death, revived, and rekindled. Where the flying rocks are now can only be speculated, but here is the story of how they came about.
Long ago, when cavemen only knew how to throw rocks, put things in their mouth, and relieve themselves, a rainstorm came about. As the cavemen were doing their usual thing, throwing rocks at each other, a strange happenstance came about. As two rocks collided, lightning striked right between them.
A new creature opened its eyes for the first time, as the poor natives ran away from the "big boom light" that so scared them. The first living rock had just been born, and not one man had seen it. The minerals inside this living, breathing rock were formed into fractals when the lightning struck, which caused this being to have an immense level of intelligence, and it soon learned all it needed to to survive on the primitive planet.
No matter the intelligence, it didn't have a clue how it had been born. This caused quite an emotional complex with him, especially as night came(if ya know what I mean). He had kept his eyes closed any time a felt vibrations in the ground, as he had decided it was better to be an undiscovered creature. He had already realized all the other rocks around him were quite unintelligent, and that the cavemen were quite attracted to hurling them across the vast bits of air above him.
It wasn't for several years until he finally discovered the way one of his kind were born. This made him try several experiments. Arranging rocks on the ground in a good distance for the cavemen to manage hitting them together, he spent ages waiting for thunderstorms of any sort. He ended up with quite a few friends, and got quite far.
Course, this had also started happening in other parts of the world, with very different kinds of rocks, but I'll get to that later.
One day, something a bit different happened. A pigeon ended up between lightning and rock, and something different appeared. A living rock with.. black wings. This made the original rock quite excited. Their only mode of transportation before was intense vibrations to cause a pseudo-hovering motion, but wings... life would be so much easier.
This caused a sudden interest in trying to combine already living rocks with others, in fact, it caused him to try combining three rocks at once. After several tries, he decided it would be far too dangerous to let something that could be potentially more powerful then him be made without being in it. He decided to try something far less likely, and that involved six rocks and a pigeon all at the same time. Several years, hit after hit after hit, each time missing the all important moment he was waiting for.
Eventually.. it worked. He was Lord of the Living Rocks and ruled over them all. Having wings, he decided to move on from the area he'd spent all his time experimenting. As he flew across lands, he caused many flying rocks to be born. Not once did he decide to live among the other flying rocks though, always staying secluded.
By now, there became a distinct variation in what they decided would become separate tribes of flying rocks. There were the Shinies, always so jealous of the Ones of Red, and always the Angries attacking the Peacefuls. They would become the four tribes, and the Lord of the Living Rocks would become The Great Flying Rock, a tribe of his own.
Now, you may ask how I know all of this, but it's quite simple really. One day, I got a cut in my arm that was utterly life threatening. This was caused by a rock that fell down right on top of my shoulder. He felt quite bad, and he decided to save my life. In his unsureness of how to do so, he decided to trade blood with me. The flying rocks have the grand ability of being able to heal quite easily, so he hoped that giving me his blood would work it's magic on me.
It did. The magic of the Flying Rocks is actually quite great compared to anything us humans have been able to accomplish, though we've forgotten how to use anything our ancestors discovered in our arsenal. It's been quite the journey, but I discovered it all by speaking to The Great Flying Rock, as word of the blood trade spread amongst them all. It has been their greatest monumental moment in their history, though I'm still not sure why. Maybe I'll find out later on in life.
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