Hierophant's Agdora: The Floating Island of Fire of the Arctic Circle

Chapter 1: Ruckus

Year two thousand and forty-three.

My name is Trammack. I was born in Ukraine, in the city of Kiev, in the year thirteen forty-one. My parents were members of the Golden Horde, and my grandparents participated in the Mongol invasion of twelve forty, considerably weakening their reputation and influence over the years. My childhood was ordinary until I reached adolescence. At the age of fourteen, I began to realize that I was not just an ordinary boy. My dream was to study to become a physicist, but destiny had something much greater in store for me. As I grew older, my mind showed me things that I believed at the time only I could see. I saw monstrous metallic flying objects and figures clad in white garments, which eventually turned out to be giant rockets and astronauts in spacesuits. Yes, I had visions of the past and the future. Gradually, I developed my mental abilities and quickly discovered the magic that flowed through my body. The experience was incredible, and it didn't take long for my parents to discover my "anomalies." Fearing that I would be burned by society, they sent me far away to the distant frozen lands that would later be known as the Arctic Circle.

At that time, in thirteen fifty-five, I suffered greatly. The cold was intense, the animals ferocious, the food scarce, and the longing for home and my parents was agonizing. The pain and suffering left deep marks on me but also helped me exponentially develop my potential. In a few months, I mastered the abilities of levitation and inducing objects to absolute heat. With the use of these techniques, the Floating Island of Fire in the Arctic Circle was born. It was there that I lived for many centuries.

That's right. You read correctly. Many centuries have passed, and I am still here. I was Trammack Sewick when I left Ukraine. After so many years, after so much longing and pain, I erased the surname of my ancestors. For centuries, I was simply the solitary Trammack. Then I realized that erasing my past would mean nothing if I didn't pave the way for a new future.

In fifteen seventy-five, I began my journey through the world. Initially, my journey consisted of exploring new places and acquiring knowledge to build the fascinating city on the Island of Fire. However, while passing through England, I learned that magic had been present in the world not too long ago. I continued following my clues to Germany, and then to Scandinavia and Switzerland. The records then guided me to Italy, and from there to Saudi Arabia, and from Arabia to Africa, which led me to South Africa. In these countries, I found and retrieved various sacred books of different magics. Humans did not even know the power they held on their bookshelves, but I did. From white magic to black spells, they were all in my possession. Now I had the foundation and knowledge to establish the city on the Floating Island of Fire.

With my numerous and newfound magical abilities, I built a paradise on my island, creating the most beautiful city that my mind could imagine. I started with the Alcazar, giving a home to the sacred records of magic, and from there, I brought life to the flaming archway that surrounded the city, with the floor covered in fortified glass, nourished by weeping willow roots that spread appropriately. I also built houses and commercial buildings that took years to be utilized. Each section of buildings was designed and shaped according to my mood and abilities. The Lilac Village of Belfa-Lias, the "angels" of my world, inhabited the long and narrow tetragonal buildings that I constructed for them. I learned that the Belfa-Lias are the living connection between the world and Mother Nature. They have a human-like body but with strong wings on their backs, emanating light wherever they go, and also capable of being discreet when necessary. Some of them reached fifteen centimeters in height, but generally, they were twelve centimeters tall and hermaphroditic. The "fairies," as they were known centuries ago, returned to our world through the Fajor Strait, which I opened using the forty-fifth magic from the Book of Philippus Von Hohenheim, the master of alchemy and nature magic. With the years and the degradation of the environment, the Belfa-Lias suffered greatly, occasionally appearing to humans who didn't understand the messages they carried. Today, their population is less than a hundred worldwide. We also coexist with the Lucos in the Forests of Silvanos, with beautiful small grasses adorned with yellow flowers. Inheritors of Faunus, these tiny beings had goat-like hind legs with curved horns and human-like upper limbs. They were the guardians of the herds by day and the demons of the forests at night.

After all this work and dedication, I ascended to the highest point of my island to observe my creation, and it was at that moment that the inspiration for its name came to me: Agdora, the City of the Island of Fire.