The world of Omnivira was vast and mysterious-a planet filled with forgotten magic, ancient creatures, and lost histories. Its lands were home to dragons, elves, dwarves and the remnants of an older era when gods walked among mortals. But for all its wonders, Omnivira was also a place of cruelty and darkness. Fourteen great nations ruled the planet, each with its own race, culture, and way of life. Yet, all shared one thing: the oppressive rule of their leaders.
Over the centuries, the rulers of Omnivira had become tyrants, taxing their people to the brink of poverty and using violence to maintain their power. Anyone who dared oppose them was crushed. The kings and queens of these lands were not just rulers but cruel overlords who would do anything to hold on to their thrones.
Yet, as hope dwindled across the planet, a single spark ignited: the rise of a group called The Ravengers. These rebels had begun their crusade in the human kingdom of Novaris, liberating towns and villages from their corrupt lords. As they gathered strength, their movement spread to other lands. Soon, they became the most feared and wanted criminals in all of Omnivira.
Jon, a 14-year-old boy, lived peacefully on an island. His mother used to tell him a story in his childhood: when the Seven Constellations, celestial beings, unite, they will dethrone all the kings, and the one who brings them together will become the ruler of the world. Was this just a story his mother told him, or was there something more to it?
The Fanalis were a well-known people; the famed hunters and conquerors of the Dark Continent. With legs stronger than steel that could pierce a lion's heart with a single kick, they were a race to be feared. But also on the same land lived a dwindling race of people who were even more ferocious than the Fanalis. Rumored to fight like real monsters by ripping throats with sharp fangs, slicing to shreds with claws like daggers, and wielding the elements like gods in human form, this legendary race was believe to be naught but myth.
The Drakonis.
With their name akin to the mighty beasts of wing and scale, they fought with an unparalleled ferocity eagerly sought for by armies and empires. They were a deeply religious and strict society with laws that prevented outsiders from mingling to keep their bloodlines pure. As such their numbers began to dwindle and, with the ever growing demand for Drakonis and Fatalis slaves, their species became endangered. They could not be bred to produce more because each Drakonis can only choose one mate and can only have children with that one mate for the rest of their lives. If one mate was to die, then the other would feel like they had lost half their soul, but gaining a mate unlocks a Drakonis' full potential so not choosing a mate is like a bird never learning to fly. Purposeless.
With their people hunted and lands razed, the mighty Drakonis faded into legend and their truths became gossip and the gossip became bedtime stories for children who wonder about adventure and travel. But there was one who hid her true identity, one who played human but always remembered her pride and home from whence she came. She took it upon herself to rebuild an empire for her people; one where they would not be threatened with extinction and isolation.
But that's quite the tall order for a twelve year old girl, don't you think? She may just need a little help from our favorite miracle child.
What do ya say?
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