The Fae Existed long before man. They created a world full of magic, of all types. They created a world full of vibrant colors and free roaming greenery. A world without slaves, without hatred. A world built on the trust of others, a world where the Fae were treasured. Man became the end of it all. The Drakon blood line holds the kings and queens of a kingdom so vast and so exponentially important, a land once held by the gentle hands of the Fae. The Faelin wars broke out, and the once magical lands were swept clean of all magic, of all things beautiful. They took slaves, woman and children. They killed most, and banished the rest to a rather secluded forgotten, kingdom. A run down island of sorts where most hid away for millennia.