The Phantom's Story

I'm sure you've heard about the phantoms in Jamaa.

Scary black blobs of goo floating about with one one large, menacing eye.

I'm sure the alphas have told you everything about them.

I'm sure they've told you about their greed, their malice, their love for scaring jammers and zapping them with their deadly weapons. About how the phantoms only want to destroy everything in their path and steal anything valuable they come across. About how they are stoic and emotionless, feeding off the fear of their prey and relishing every given moment of it.

The alphas are very good at lying.

The Phantoms are Born
Back when Jamaa was still a very wild, untamed region which was crisscrossed with streams and rivers, forests and lakes, vast oceans and immense, rugged mountains; back when all was young and the people of the land (who were not yet the Jammers we know today) were amiable and worked together to tend to their land, the phantoms were born.

Mira, who the people of the land had come to call the Sky Mother, was grieving for her lost companion, the Sky Father Zios. They say that she wept bitter tears for days and nights on end, and from her tears emerged the Phantoms. The Phantoms were spirits of sadness, traveling aimlessly throughout Jamaa, and wherever they went they brought sadness and despair.

Phantoms didn't mean to do what they did, but since they were born of the bitter, salty tears of grief, there was not much else for them to do. Happiness was not something that they felt very often, neither anger. They were spirits that reflected the sadness of the people.

Originally, the Phantoms were not a blackish-purple color, as they are depicted as now. They were a very pale, transparent white, and occasionally you would hear their mournful cries if you stopped quietly to listen at night. It was said that when someone died, their spirit would turn into a Phantom and they would haunt the village or area in which they died in.

The people of Jamaa, who were advancing quickly with greater technologies and a more close-minded way of thinking were angered by the Phantoms. The people were prone to disagreements, and fights broke out between settlements. There were the people of the Township of Jamaa with their great big buildings; the tribe of the Forest of Sarepia who lived in treehouses; and the tribe of the Rainforest with their grand temples and mysterious ways.

With their constant bickering and pointless battles, they turned to none other than the Phantoms. They blamed them for their wars and for the destruction of the land, which the people of Jamaa have started themselves. For once, the people of Jamaa united against the Phantoms, who in turn, were absolutely confused about the situation.

So they were forced to go into hiding and they built villages themselves, closely guarded by fortresses and hidden deep within a dark forest, the Phantom Castle.

They soon gained understanding about the whole situation and they were bitter and full of anger. Their pale, transparent skin was no longer transparent, instead, it was a light shade of grey. They no longer reflected the sadness of the people -- no, they were now spirits that reflected the hatred and resentment the people showed.

The people of Jamaa, now united against all possible odds, decided to keep their kingdoms open to each other and decided there was a "greater threat" they were up against: the Phantoms.

Little did they know that they had created a monster.