(This is my first attempt at a fanfic. I hope it does well.) It was the year 840XX; the continent of Fiore was at the pinnacle of peace between all the different kingdoms. The land was born from the Primordial Magic that was always spoken of in legend and how it formed the continent of Fiore in a mere three days. Every citizen in each land devotes their lives to serving the purpose of each lord. Each lord was granted an essence to safeguard for all eternity by the Primordial Magic entities. The continent, so that the essences will not interfere and sporadically combine to form the chaos elements, was divided into seven different regions. To the north, the kingdoms of Aviona and Kratus are established fairly close together. Kratus is well known for its mines and great landscapes which include steep mountain ranges and deep chasms beneath the surface; Aviona is a place for the purest of air to frolick about. The palace in Aviona is located in the stratosphere; moreover, the only way to even request passage into the palace is to obtain a talisman that allows flight. To the West, lies the kingdom of Aguaos; the people here prosper off the nearby ocean which is rich in sea life and fresh water. To the East, lies the kingdom of Char. Char is a beautiful wasteland known for its great forges and volcanic eruptions; in addition, the people who are born to this land are impervious to the immense flames and heat that the land gives off, making it hospitable. Every fiery breath of the earth is felt in Char. To the South, lies the kingdoms of Surgeros and Slayn. Surgeros, the most eastern of the pair, is known for having the most contact with the star in the system. The radiance of said star gives the nation its power supply which is in turn used to power most of Fiore's lacrimae. Slayn is an abyss-like land known for being the coldest of the region. Every acre of Slayn is enveloped in a dark mist which shields the land from the star's gentle wrath. Blood crystals cover the land of Slayn, drawing energy from the lunar eclipses that happen once in five-hundred fortnights. In the very center of Fiore, lies the kingdom of Dalaron. Dalaron is known for its barrier made completely of toxic material; ironically, this is the place where all members of the Primordial Parthenon gather to discuss diplomatic subjects. Indeed, the lords were not elected, but birthed from the Primordial Magic entities. This is how Fiore was meant to be governed; a chilling oddity lingered in the air that engulf the continent. The day of the Parthenon fast approaches, and the lords are making their preparations to attend the grand gathering.
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Tempest of War
FanfictionThis is the story of the great war of Fiore and the events leading up to it. (Avatar and Fairy Tail inspired crossover.) (Avatar as in the nations concept and Fairy Tail as in the characters and magic.)
