ManyTwigs' Clan

All my troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and I start to smile
If I catch fire, then I'll take my turn
To burn and burn, and burn and burn

The Many Twigs clan was little more than a collection of sparse dens arranged around an enormous bonfire that the clan members spent most of the day feeding. They called it Vesta, and the objects they burnt in her were meant to be an embodiment of their regrets.

One day, however, the fire went out.

There was panic, and in the midst of the confusion a great shifting of the earth sent them all tumbling into the waters that bordered the Molten Scar.

Now, the former Fire clan are but shadows of their former selves. The few who survived the ordeal found themselves washed into Water territory by the ever shifting currents.

The rest were lost to the sea with the clan's fire and its purpose.

When the soaked remnants of the Clan of Many Twigs finally returned to land, they found themselves somewhere new. This was not the ashy smoke obscured realm of Fire. The sky was clear, the ground green, and on the air, the flutter of kites and the scent of new beginnings.

The Clan of Many Twigs was now tossed to the Winds.