Blue flame

Solas, a country others called the land the gods walked on, the land of the blessed. The land the gods love. Since infancy we were thought the gods walked along us, among us and in return we must love them and protect their secrets, their power. The power to heal, to fly, to start earthquakes, to control fire. The four elemental gods are our kings and queens. We do not have a ruler, we have the ones blessed by them to guide us.
Many years before, our land was filled with the blessed, the other countries were jealous. They wanted our power and they came to conquer, and they took and took until our land had nothing to give.
For the last three centuries Solas had been split in two, the blessed and their keepers. The blessed were, few, born under the protection of a god; the keepers weren't protected by anything but were born with incredible strength. They became the keepers of the blessed, keeping them safe from invaders.
"The gods are everything, child.", used to say my aunt. Two days ride from the Capital, there was a small village filled with keepers. I was born there. My aunt Fey was a librarian and teacher. She raised me and my sister and brother. At each birth an incantation in a language long lost to us was said revealing the child's guardian. The one who know it are the keepers. The blessed cannot say it, cannot learn the language. It is forbidden. But when I was born, the eldest keeper was chosen for the Divine. Old and frail, dear Lora forgot a word. My aunt told me Lora had gone mad soon after the incantation of the Divine. She had called something else instead of the gods. I knew, inside my heart I knew it too. Evander wasn't a god, he didn't look like one, but he was the one who blessed me and the gods cursed me.