The Mystics

Prolouge

The year is 3017.

What used to be North America is now the land of Jontose. Asia is now Hasiani, Australia is Mauranis, Europe is Crilania, Africa is Iciono, South America is Norio, and Antarctica...

Let's say that Antartica doesn't exist anymore.

Earth is now called New Earth, a post-apocalyptic, dystopian land where all the cities literally float above the demolished buildings of the old cities.

People used to joke about this kind of stuff. Zombies, meteors, other apocalyptic things.

Little did they know.

Our downfall was none other than technology.

Advanced technology, if you will.

That's what destroyed the planet.

Technology.

And humans themselves.

Actually, the humans are to blame. For making this technology. For the wars and the pollution. For doing nothing about it.

New Earth is a dark place, full of evil in the most unexpected places.

The world is ruled by King Arlo. He lives in his humongous palace with his sons, daughters, and his wife. Their palace is located in what used to be Alaska. That's where he mans his intergalactic army, looking for a new planet for New Earth's current inhabitants to live on.

Everyone loves Arlo for this.

And the typical teenage girl is in love with at least one of his handsome sons.

One thing is for certain.

Arlo knows about the existence of six teenagers. The Mystics. One of them is located in every continent on New Earth. Their elemental powers can be used for great things, he says to his family. Yet, he's been spreading horrible stories about The Mystics. Saying that they caused Earth's destruction. If anyone touches the Ground, The Mystics will send monsters to get you, and you'll never be seen again.

King Arlo is going to find The Mystics.

And he's going to make them part of his army.

No matter what it takes.