Dimidium (COMING SOON)

Prologue

Zhuneldia.

One of the greatest and most fascinating planets that graced the universe.

Vibrant and teeming with life, it was a place within the Athonakata galaxy that had no equal.

Much like your own world, it played host to a variety of species and races. All of which existed in peaceful harmony. The world flourished in this state of tranquility, providing the multitude of tribes with every resource they could ever need. For this, the native Zhun people worshipped the earth they walked on, binding their souls to nature unlike any civilisation had done before. They became one with the land; with the beating heart of their home.

But the universe would be a boring place if it were to allow peace and prosperity to reign forever.

The scales had to return to balance.

Evil reared its ugly head, carrying the seven deadly sins along with it. Pride attacked the tribes, forcing a people who had once viewed everyone as equals, to now believe themselves better than their neighbour. Greed turned brother against brother, father against son, and mother against daughter. Gluttony took hold and soon famine spread. Lust. Sloth. Envy. Wrath. One by one the intelligent and calm people of Zhuneldia turned against each other; wars were waged and lives were lost. The effects of this evil were unprecedented; it had no name, no face, nothing. It wasn't a being nor spirit, it was simply an idea that wormed itself into the hearts of a kind people, and manifested.

Who knew a single idea could bring an entire planet to the brink of destruction.

On the cusp of extinction, one man took the future of his world into his own hands. In a ritual that rippled throughout the entirety of the universe, he tore open the fabric of time and space and banished the evils that plagued his existence.

But he never lived to close that hole.

Centuries passed and the chaos subsided, only for the mortals of this world to face their most dangerous threat yet.

Immortals.

Through the almost undetectable rip in the universe, all manner of creatures of the night began to step through. Vampires. Werewolves. Demons. Things that could never belong in such a realm now walked among human people. The consequences seemed catastrophic. But this time, the scales tipped in favour of the people. 

From that same tear; portal, came beings of true goodness and beauty. Fairies. Elves. Mermaids. Mystical creatures of bewitching elegance and grace made this world their home too - sharing it with the dark monsters that lurked ever so near.

The angels and divine beings whom had hid from the human people, in fear that they would not be able to fully comprehend them, left their temples and places in the sky for a life spent entwined with the natives they had watched over for centuries.

Under their guidance, order came about in the Zhun's time of dire need. Nations rose, alliances were made, and a new land was born of solidarity and order.

But the most profound effect on this reemerging world, was magic.

It had lay dormant for years, simmering beneath the surface. The Zhun's connection to mother nature was the closest their spiritual journey could take them. They needed something more. They needed a push. The ritual awoke this deep-rooted source of power, allowing beings of pure magic to survive and thrive in a landscape so vastly different to their own.

Now the monsters and creatures inhabiting this plane lived in content, despite all odds against them. The scholars recorded these momentous moments in history, hoping that their descendants would learn from their mistakes, and would strive to find peace.

If only their hopes could have been fulfilled.

Now eight thousand years later, Zhuneldia has seen two great wars, the rise and fall of kingdoms, emperors crushed, and monarchs toppled - in an unceasing cycle of renewal. The Imperial Wars were the worst of events. Century long battles between the sides of good and evil, the last of which taking the greatest toll.

In the humans desperation to stay alive in a world of immortality, they assassinated the royal heirs of their enemies. These rival kingdoms, now crippled, crumbled into devastation. They were left vulnerable, weak. Their mourning leaders left weeping for the lives of their lost children.

And in an act of cruelty this planet had never seen, the human king, Markos, ordered his armies to crush the weakened kingdoms. Eliminating any threat of an attack by the evil monsters that had once petrified his people.

The humans won.

And for all the wrong reasons.

Realising that these bloodthirsty feuds could go on no longer, the wisest of the divine beings - the High Seraphim stepped in and declared the end of all fighting. This marked an end to the second Imperial War.

A council was then built, on which an elective from each of the High Kingdoms sat. For those that belonged to minor kingdoms and colonies, a representative was elected to reflect the best interests of all. Presided over by the eternal spirit of Vidennia, the Queen of the seraphim, this was to be a council of equal opportunity and political debate. The world had come far from the barbaric ways of its ancestors, but it still had a long way left to go on the path to the original harmony that had once ruled over the pristine land.

So the world continued spinning, stopping for no one.

And amidst the treachery, suffering and temporary truces of the present, a promising baby girl was born, who would tilt the scales once more in an attempt to find balance.

Evil would rise again. But this time it would return with a face.