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Skaia was the name of the continent, surrounded by vast blue ocean without another continent in sight for thousands of miles. The continent was divided into two major countries in which two major kingdoms ruled the entirety of the lands.
They were Prospit: the Land of A Thousand Suns, and Derse: the Court of Twilight.
In the east, the aptly named Prospit, was the country of abundant harvest. Name one plant; Prospit had it, and in an ample number too. There weren't any kind of earthly produces that Prospit didn't have. The lands were blessed with the most beautiful greeneries in Skaia. While the towns were small and modest, the castle was covered in gold. People said that the palace shines brighter than the sun, and therefore, the name. Prospit was the richest and the most peaceful in all of Skaia.
In contrast, the western country of Derse was a military country. The strongest soldiers, the wisest of tacticians, Derse was an impenetrable wall of Steel and burning embers. The country was rich of ores and jewels. The shipyard on the eastern part of the kingdom housed the most majestic of ships. Be it freight, collier, steamer, the pier of Derse was never empty for even a day. Located next to the Skaia River, the largest body of water in the continent which leads to the ocean, it almost seemed like Derse were the ruler of the ocean itself.
The two country of Prospit and Derse existed in a fragile balance. The peaceful, smaller Prospit existed in utter fear of the bigger and stronger Derse, whom in all its power, was like a huge predator, ready to devour the smaller one at any given moment. A peace treaty that was signed a few hundred years ago was the only thing keeping the darkness from devouring the light. The two existed in one tipping scale.
There used to be another country, a smaller, yet strong country in the north by the name of Alternia. The land was blessed with eternal summer, forever foreign to the cold and snow. Alternia was the home of the wise, the smartest and the most studious. However, it was also the land of magic, the forbidden arts, the bridge to the unknown. The other two countries feared Alternia's curiosity in the unknown, forever anchored to the reality that they could grasp in front of their very own eyes. Alternia was the land of insatiable curiosity. Passed down by blood, the magic of Alternia were the gift, and the bane of Skaia. Alternia was, an unpredictable one of the big three.
During one winter of the year of the Lucent Moon, one group of bandits of sorcerers and sorceress tipped the balance of the three-way scale, causing an incident that forever wiped Alternia away from the scale and reducing the country to nothing more than mere memories. The magicians were skilled, able to break down the law of physics and time. They caused destructions and countless death in the other two kingdoms, evoking chaos in both lands. The intrepid Derse, who never once stepped down from a challenge was indignant. In one cycle of a sun and a moon, Alternia was wiped off the face of the earth.
Ever since, magic was wiped from the face of history, never to be brought up again. It was made law that those who was found to be practicing the forbidden art would be burned on a wooden stake, stripped off all their belongings and any articles of clothing, exposing their cursed state for the world to see. It also meant to symbolise abandonment; that not anyone or anything in the world would want to accompany such a disgusting and miserable creature to death. It was a slow and painful death, enough to scare the bravest of the brave.
And thus, the line of the magicians were severed, and almost a hundred of years have passed since then.
This is a tale that took place in a year before the hundredth anniversary of the establishment of the covenant, in the a small town just in the southern side of the capital of The Kingdom of Derse. Where a small boy was about to embark on his destiny to change the entire course of history.
His name's Dave.
And this is his story.