The world of Kazaar , a magical world suspended in the timeless expanse of space , magic is alive . Gods have run their countries happily for hundred of years . Until , a plague that comes by the name of Dark Army spreads ruin and sadness . It is up to five princesses and princes to bring their world out of darkness . A story of friendship, tension, responsibility , royalty and war. Extract: Zila saw the enormous castle perched upon a hill , its tall spires twisting up towards the sky. She had always seen it as the embodiment of Aron , with it's...flamboyance. She dodged right and left throughout the crowds, the diversity of this country still shocking her. Magical creatures from all around Kazaar gathered here , from tiny green goblins with sharp teeth protruding from their mouths to what was known as Gwefij. Gwefij were tall , broad creatures who tended to travel in packs. Not here , though. Here no one cared what you were , as long as you liked to party and had a talent for downing drinks.