Prologue

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Five people assembled in a room. Four began chanting in the corners of the room. One in the middle seemed to be in torment and agony.

dn noʎ ʞɔol puɐ noʎ ɥsıuɐq ǝʍ

plɹoʍ sıɥʇ ɟo uoɯǝp ǝɥʇ

noʎ puıq sʇuǝɯǝlǝ ǝɥʇ ʇǝl

ǝɹıɟ

The bottom left person has flames surrounding them.

ɹıɐ

The top left is surrounded by a cyclone of wind

ɹǝʇɐʍ

The top right is surrounded by a cyclone of water

ɥʇɹɐǝ

The bottom right person is surrounded by a rock cyclone

The chanters seem to not notice anything and continue what they are doing. The person in the middle is surrounded by a white light

dn noʎ ʞɔol puɐ noʎ ɥsıuɐq ǝʍ

plɹoʍ ʍǝu ɐ oʇuı ɹǝʍod ɹno ɹǝɟsuɐɹʇ sn ʇǝl

ʇɔǝʇoɹd oʇ

ǝʌol oʇ

ǝʇɐɥ oʇ

dn noʎ ʞɔol puɐ noʎ ɥsıuɐq ǝʍ

ǝǝɥʇ ɥsıuɐq ǝʍ

"This...is not the last of me" the person in the middle threatened.

"My essence will live on and find another host."

" You...will never...defeat me." his body started to deteriorate.

"In 300 years...the blood moon...will be strong...In 300 years...your world will fall." They laughed one final time.

"We banish thee" the chanters finished.

A brilliant light flared and the person in the center disappeared. Four stones remained in its place. All the chanters walked towards the center. Not regarding the black smoke that billowed from the stones and toward a young boy that stumbled upon the ritual.

The people are cloaked in black robes. The leader, some would say, picked up the blue gem.

"We must divide these gems. To ensure the demon is not released"

A white gem was handed to the person with wind, the green to the rocks, red to the fire.

"This world is tainted. We must create a new one. Where no evil can be spawned." The leader said

They all nod and head out. The white gem wielder noticed the boy. He did not know where he came from and there was no village nearby. Instead, he picked him up and cared for him as his own.

The gem wielders vanished to a place high in the sky. Where no one could find them. They named this place Royaumes and divided the land into 4 provinces. They protected the gems with their life and passed it down the generations.

No one knew what happened. No one except the royal families. And it stayed that way. Until one year.

The demon will rise

The people will fall

In 300 years

The demon is maimed

By the blue flames

In 300 years

The power is strong

People will be wronged

In 300 years

Everything is unleashed

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