Writer's Block

Prologue

If much could be said about this, it was that none of it was intentional. I would guess that not many people had been through such an experience, but, to me, that would seem completely absurd. My name is, Mizu Estelar. I come from a land many hope to visit, but few ever do. It is a land of magic, adventure, and opportunity. Here, magical creatures roam free, dreams become reality, and the impossible becomes possible. In my world, there is no law, no rules, no crime, only the wild. Over the past several years it has become increasingly difficult to thrive here. Our world is fading and will soon vanish entirely. This drew the clans of our world together to find a solution, this raised a new generation of heroes. At this great council is where our story begins.

The meeting room was large and magnificent, at least it used to be. It was hand carved from pure white marble with stories of our past and future carved on the smooth columns lining the walls. In between each pillar was a beautiful stained glass window each depicting the noble deeds that have shaped each kingdom. In the center of the room a grand wooden table crafted from a still living tree stood usually serving no purpose excepting in times of war. Now the old representatives of each kingdom gather, each looking as if they aged several decades since they last met. Generally, they looked youthful an full of life, now it was rather obvious that it was time for the next generation. They looked around the room an sent forth a summoning for new representatives.