On the Edge of Creation

"Legend speaks that the first race that the Primordials created was not what has been recorded in the annals of history..."

History forgets things. The farther back one looks the bigger things are forgotten. It is really not that hard to forget a single person, place, or thing when it comes to the big picture. And let's face it, history is about the big picture. The name of someone that did something somewhere eventually fades into the mists of legend, myth, and then is forgotten. This is how it has always been and always will be.
Creation is no exception. Even in this day most of the people have forgotten the grandeur of the previous Age and its leaders. Those people forgot who they had warred with to become leaders and thus doomed themselves to a slow silent rot which fell them all the Chosen of the Gods. Now they are feared or forgotten, enigmas in what was once their own front porches and backyards.
Creation itself is forgotten. Its edges molested and tattered by the Fae, abandoned by the very people who would keep it whole the threads continue to unravel until who nations which once stood in shining splendor have faded and melted away into chaos and oblivion. The world is a former shadow of itself, which (although noone remembers) is a meer shadow of itself. In esscense it is a shadow of a shadow, a sad desolate place. What lies beyond those borders noone remembers. For all they care it is nothing but the sheer chaos which the Fair Folk claim as their home.
They are quite wrong. For unbeknowest to all one race still dwells in between the chaos and the concrete able to function equally well in either. What exactly they are is unknown, noone remembers of course. Noone even knows they exist, except perhaps some fallen Primordial; but the Yozi care little for such things, all they want now is revenge.
There is only one thing known about this race. They set the sides for the war: lawful, neutral, and evil. They set the scales with which time would judge the actions of all.