TheĀ inventor isĀ said to be the same people. she made partners of every creation she could think of with a slightly different abilities and body figure. How she made poison, that is how she created something with her bare hand imitation the creator of this world out of boredom.
It was written by anonymous written whom people justified to be one of the kids she raised, she promised to make pairs of everything so that things would relies on one another. Just as a mistakes could be forgive with apologize, she hated ink and never used it before stating that what she drew or write could not be erased.
Except for the journals of her life which held many secrets, it was not written herself. Someone made it for her, she just did the talk. In the Journal, there was a phrase people could not interpret said,
" They were once tiny cutie, too fragile so I made them big. They were little birds at first, but I made them talk, give them hands to eat, but I made them small because they are full of greed.Ā Shimmers favor an apple, but the redĀ bird would offer something similar in their little hand, don't take it those are not edible"
she added too these two little creature are the last thing she would make that she loved deeply by using the last fragments of her magic, therefore she wished people would love them like she would because they were made for a reason.
Sadly, that journal disappeared along with a revoked war caused by her death. Even if there is a copies of it, the story telling differ from generation and lastly made into a fairy tale to tuck children into their bad.
This matter of existence only believed those people who witness the living being themselves although they were clarified to be extinct. They are still there, mingled between humans and other creatures walking the land.Ā