It is said, on the night of Hallow's Eve, no Creatu should wonder the grounds of Reiflem, for the planets' eerie secrets were exposed for that one night, where spirits play amongst the living and death waited those foolish enough to ignore the warnings.The volcanic mountains of Reiflem would spew emerald Magma for that one night...a warning sign every Reiflemian was aware of. It was the night when the moon didnt shine and the sky grew red..the birth of a new generation of Ebillas.

              Sleek,cat like creatu that only roam the Fire Planet for those few days, letting their glowing striped eggs fill the planet, infesting the rest of the local species, whose eggs become dull and lifeless...the Ebilla's glow would only grow brighter, enticing the hunters to pick them up and ensuring the birth of a new generation.A very smart tatic,at the cost of hundreds of unbirth Creatu..who would never see the light of Reiflem or the majestic light of Scria in a distance.
             Now, I must leave you, for the Ebillas do not like this story being told and they get a tad touchy when it is...perhaps, should we meet again, I shall tell you more...