From the beginning of the world, humans were always engaged in wars with the malevolent humanoid monsters ‘Arcanors’, the only choice mankind had was to fight for survival. They fought and fought until they had lost all hope.

  They had given up on survival, they just wanted the war to end. It was a one sided slaughter.

  But then..

  A ray of light shines upon them. An angel descends from heaven holding a decree in his hand. The sky was lit by his bright wings. His face was hidden by the amount of radiance on his skin.

  The angel spoke and his voice mesmerized the humans. It was a melody they never heard, his voice resonating with the perfect pitch and quality.

  “Your lord has heard your prayer. I have brought his help.”

  The Arcanors were powerful because of their ability to use aether. Aether was the light that gives life. The tree of Araxis held the aether of the whole world. The humans were incapable of using aether.

  The Angel taught the humans a way to gain the ability to use aether but it came with a sacrifice. The humans were ready to risk everything for their survival so they sacrificed themselves and gained the power to fight.

  Those who accepted the sacrifice became warriors of unimaginable strength, each one inheriting the power of their ancestors. But in return, they were bound to the angel’s oath, their lives forever changed. Their existence became a constant battle, not only against the Arcanors but against the burden of the power they wielded.

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  The Angel sealed the king of Arcanors to make it a fair by dividing the tree of Araxis in three and scattering them through the lands. The humans were victorious and the Arcanors retreated but the fight was never over. The humans formed a group called the Aetherblades and established the land of Aenia.

  The years passed, and the Aetherblades became the legends of old. The descendants of the original warriors were born, each inheriting the power of the Aetherblades, though it manifested in different forms. Some thrived, their abilities growing stronger with each generation. Others, however, struggled, cursed by the weight of their ancestors' pact.

  Thousands years later, the land of Aenia was divided into three countries Valecar, Lucia and Shades.

  The Kingdom of Lucia was the most powerful country due to their lineage to the founder of Aetherblades and thus Lucia had honed great warriors and the aetherblades legacy was continued. Very few people were born with power of aether mostly the royal families and a few other lineages.

  It was an unfair world.

  “Why is this world so unfair? One born with power and other powerless”

  “What if I was born like them? A genius?”

  “Lucia is ruled by the royals. One king dies, and his son becomes the king. Why can’t I become the king? Why is this world so unfair? Why was I even born? To suffer and regret that I was born like this?”

  Screams

  “I remember….Why?..Why did my mother die? Why did my brother leave me? My father? My mother? I killed them. I couldn’t control it.”

  “I wanted to be loved. Why couldn’t I do anything?”

  “I am sorry! I am sorry!”

  “What have they made me??”

  Splash . Splash

  “The mirror! Is that me? I forgot what I looked like!”

  Weep..Weep

  “I did not choose to be like this.”

  “I am a Mu’zakh”