1. A Spark.

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Darkness. The vast endless emptiness, no sound and no company. I am a prisoner of this infernal void. Though exactly how long that fact will stand remains a mystery to me. How long has it been? Months, years, centuries?
All I have are these thoughts, these questions buzzing around my mind.
A cold sensation running down my skin. I panic, yearning for an explanation. Suddenly a word enters my mind, just a single word.

TEAR.

"Hikara, Hikara!"
I shift in my bed, trying to ignore Saskia's voice and her continuous banging on my door. A relieved sigh leaves me as finally I let the light of dawn invade my senses. It was just a dream. The memory's that I still manage to retain of that time are few, and yet they always seem to make an appearance when I let down my defences. It's been a year since I awoke and stepped out into this bright and colourful world. The land within which I live my life is known as Awredion.

Awredion is a strong and diverse country that was built on the shoulders of mages and sorcerers. The population, though greatly human, is made up of other races as well. Mostly consisting of Nymphs, Elves, Dryiads and the occasional Critari. Although the citizens of Awredion are all quite different, one basic principle links them together. It is the life blood of the land and without it all light in this world would cease to exist. It is a force known by the title of Fellra. Many humans are born with a special aptitude for wielding Fellra. These few are know as sorcerers. However, more seldom still are those known as Mages. These powerful beings make up the Royal family and much of nobility. The Fellra that they wield is organised into four classes. They are known as vulgra, kiseph, soara, and namen.

Vulgra pertains to those gifted with power over earth, they value strength and shy away from change.

Kiseph has to do with the element of fire, those of this class value bravery and are known to never back down from a fight.

Those of Soara are lovers of freedom and peace, they utilise their aptitude for Air Fellra to soar high above the clouds, where they try to be apart from the conflicts of this land.

The last house is that of Namen. These mages specialise in Water Fellra and favour the pursuit of knowledge over all else.

According to legend, many years ago there was a fifth class known as Vilyrion. This class was akin to the eternal essence of Fellra itself, and the royal family gifted with it, were more powerful than any other noble, sorcerer or Fellarion being in existence. The Vilyrion's ruled over all of Awredion and were revered for their kindness, generosity, bravery and over all spirit. However, the other noble classes soon began to detest the Royal family, as they thought it unjust for such a small group of people to be able to wield such devastating power. So began the War of Lyra, a battle that would result in the complete and utter annihilation of Valyrion. Since then all four noble houses rule Awredion as a council. No one house has more power or influence than another, and as such there have been no more feuds between the Mages.

"Hikara!"

"I'm coming," I yell as I snap out of my reverie. When I finally manage to hobble to the door, I'm greeted by the sight of a very grouchy Nymph.
"Gods, how long exactly are you planning on sleeping in?"
"The sun has already crested the mountains, any longer and you will miss morning meal." Saskia's superior tone did nothing to placate my rising temper.
"Well maybe if someone had not insisted on keeping me up all night to keep her company, I would be better prepared to rise with the sun," I said as I remembered the long and arduous drinking party I had experienced the night prior.
After emitting a reluctant sound of defeat, Saskia hurriedly requested I meet her in the foyer, before disappearing down the hall.

Whilst rubbing the sleep from my eyes I began to prepare for the day. After cleansing my body of last nights filth, I quickly donned my underclothes before pulling on my leather jerkin, pants, boots, cloak and assorted weaponry. Finally having finished my ritual, I slid my satchel's strap over my head and stepped out the door. Ready to greet the day and all the adventures that it may bare.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 18, 2016 ⏰

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