The Lost Arcanum

(Prologue)
In the land of Rictus, people were divided by social classes. Not the typical ranking by some old school medieval type. Yuck. They reconsidered and erased the thought of having slaves and higher being of humans. Instead, they wanted to change for the better.

Rictus was the land of riches and fame. It was a known city filled with knights and soldiers trained by the strongest leaders and went through vigorous training. Everything was good, the food, the environment, the atmosphere but the only problem was the government. They were defense freaks and wanted 100% protection causing the village to be divided. King Dalius II made different sanctums and assigned different people in each place.

But, because of this, the people were not united. Weak people were in one place causing them to be raided frequently. The strong ones were sent to work tirelessly everyday. The city was in havoc wanting freedom but the government leaders trapped them in their areas by creating large walls that circled around the townspeople.

Due to their weak relationships, the city of Rictus was attacked by another kingdom named Grimore. Tears went down people's eyes, fire landed on each corner and everyone was murdered by cold blood. King Dalius II fled and sought safety in an old cave that was once rumored that it was keeping an old artifact. Yet, the rumor was true.

King Dalius II found this and named it the Arcanum. He went to city of Rictus and used it against the kingdom of Grimore. The opposing team were easily defeated and were banished from their territory. With the remaining survivors, the king remade their city using the power of the Arcanum, but, they were cursed into living a life with magic and changed their lives and their social classes forever.

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