In short, the answer is The Splintering. The Planet had never experienced such a swift and sudden example of destruction, displacement and carnage. Cities were toppled, and entire empires fell in moments as easily as the crumbling cliffs on the growing shores.
Many things of grave importance were forgotten. The Splintering had stripped the majority of remaining magic from the surface of the Planet, and the most ancient magical texts had been swallowed in massive sinkholes. The wizards, mages and druids that survived spent the remainders of their lives frantically teaching the methods that they remembered. But without the books, their knowledge could only take them so far. These mages, now known as The Survivors, knew that with each passing generation, the distance of the people from the magic they once knew would only grow.
Alliances and enmities were forgotten. When the systems that brought convenience suddenly stopped, war stopped as well. With the Planet bleeding in the aftermath of the Splintering, survival was key. Having a child in these times was both a blessing (a future for them all) and a curse (a fragile mouth to feed).
This period of base survival without magic is known as the Aftar. There are few records from the difficult years of the Aftar, so no one knows its exact duration. It is presumed to have lasted about one hundred years. Although the races of the Splinterlands made recovery in their numbers, they could not remember what they had forgotten. For such is the nature of forgetting.
Everything needs a name. Planets are no exception. This Planet has for almost a thousand years been called simply "the Planet." A small degree of respect has been shown by the choice to capitalize, but still, the Planet's name must be remembered. There is more at stake than you know.
Now I am addressing you, Splinterlands player. Are you the one that will remember the Planet's name? Perhaps once this name echoes through the caves, floats on the wind and sounds through everyone's voice, the Planet will finally be satisfied.
The Planet is ancient; it possesses endless patience. The true name will be found, even if hundreds of false ones must be discarded. When the right name is found, the Planet will know.
