The Lost Islands are separated from the rest of the world, hidden from the map by shrouds of what can only be described by believers as the remnants of an ancient magic. It is a land of lost tribes, folk who have this magic in their blood, isolated and bound to traditions of their people as result. However, these tiny nations have started to modernize in recent years, if slower than the rest of the earth. Generations of tribe members have separated themselves from their relative indigenous people, and mingled to form cities and countries. Previously warring tribes have started intermix as they begin to create families and towns. The magic has primarily fallen into disuse. But, as with all things, there are exceptions. There are tribes that fiercely guard their traditional ways. There are conflicts that will never be forgotten. This is the story young people in this generation, struggling in conflicts both old and new. They are bound in a destiny, already determined by an ancient magic... Because as long as such a unique and influential force as magic exists on the islands, they can never be the same as the rest of the world. IF YOU VOTE FOR THIS STORY I WILL RETURN THE FAVOR... AND ACTUALLY READ WHAT YOU'VE WRITTEN! Yeah, I'm that nice.