Once upon a time, five kingdoms rules the world.
Life was simple, for a time. Then came the magick.
No one knew exactly how or why it returned—but suddenly, humans began to wield it. Those who could were called Wielder.
But magick didn't come alone. With it came creatures beasts born of chaos and spellcraft, monsters no weapon could kill.
In most kingdoms, Wielders were rare—maybe 30% of the population, if that. But not in Anastasia.
There, magick ran deep. Almost every man, woman, and child could wield it, their bloodlines touched by power passed down for generations.
To keep order, the late king of Anastasia formed an organization, the Wielder Knight Official or W.K.O. All Wielders were required to register. They had to follow the laws. Stay in line.
But here's what most didn't know W.K.O was not run by the royal family
It was controlled by five of the strongest Wielders alive. Wizards who had ascended beyond mortal limits, each one bound to an element. Fire. Water. Earth. Wind. Lightning. Together, they led the organization not as servants of the crown, but as rulers in their own right.
They didn't just lead, they built cities. Towering strongholds where their power shaped the land. And that didn't sit well with the nobles.
While the Five carved out domains of their own, the nobles had nothing. No control over W.K.O. no voice in its decisions. Just fading titles and frustrated pride.They tried to fight it. Tried to push back, challenge the Five, even stir rebellion.
But one by one, they failed. Because when you go against the strongest in the world… you'd better be ready to pay the price.
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Year 470, 7 June
Unknown village
Once a cheerful place, the village was now drowned in wails and desperate cries. Shadows of panic swept through the street. Some villagers cowered in hiding, others fled with tears streaking down their faces. But in the end... none survived. Every soul was mercilessly slaughtered.
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To the present,
Year 980, 18 May
City of Florian
Today is another cheerful day for me, until I opened the window and was greeted with shouts and ruckus. Ah what a normal day. I watched from above as they dragged in a Nature Wielder, treating them roughly, well more like bullying to me but as one of the Nature Wielders and watching my kin get humiliated...ah, it pissed me off. Nature wielder are always looked down on despite being the strongest elemental class. We are the ones who heal, the ones who brings plague, the ones who created life and the ones who took the life back. And yet the other elemental wielders still treated us like we're beneath them. Why? Because they are scared. Scared that if we ever awaken to our full potential, they won't be able to control us. What a pathetic bunch of people.
I jumped out the window and landed smoothly on the ground before walking toward them. One of them noticed me and immediately started to panic "I-It's The Wizard of Nature, Eirian Reverie!" He shouted, the people nearby turned to look at me, their faces frozen in shock. Yes, you peasants. cower before me, fear me, you pathetic wielders. The bully stared at me with wide eyes, before stammering "y-w-what are you doing here Wizard Eirian..Aren't you supposed t-to be at your tower?.." he asks quietly. I looked at him with a cold, unblinking gaze before replying
"I jumped out from the window."
"What?!"
They all gasped with horrified expressions…well should I be worry?I did jump out of the window on the 17th floor of the tower. I pushed those thoughts aside and walked toward the nature wielder in front of me.
"Did they hurt you?" I asked, my voice cold and void of any warmth or comfort and she nodded her head softly, trembling in fear. Ah those annoying bastards ..
I turned my gaze to the bully and his gang, my stare icy enough to make them shiver.
"Your license will be taken, you are no longer wielders" I said firmly before chanting "IKA NA BALUR" three times to seal their abilities away and sent the report to W.K.O (Wielder Knight Official) through my personal Raven.
The nature wielder in front of me gasped in relief, while others nearby watch the scene with horror and despair. The bullies begged for mercy, but I ignored them and walked back to my dearest tower as I heard their rumors spreading behind me.
"That one of the strongest wizard for you
"Eirian is so beautiful"
"His beauty are so divinely"
"He is a dick acting all mighty"
"Who do he think he are!"
"He is so arrogant"
"Jerk"
I walked pass them like nothing happened, though the words started to get into my nerves,but what could I do?...Those foolish humans would never understand. I looked up at the sky with a sigh, lost in thought as I watched the clouds drift by before returning to my own tower.
The tower rises 50 stories into the sky, a striking landmark that dominates the city skyline. However, it remains hidden in shade and surrounded by forest, making the entrance difficult to find. But it's not difficult for me though
But as soon as I returned I was greeted by a ruckus made by my mages inside the tower, panicking as if a storm will hit our tower. My right-hand mage hurried toward me, breathing heavily, catching the oxygen that he seem to be lacking off "T-The Royal family summoned all of The Wizards and both of The Dukes for a meeting at royal palace!!" He stammered. For a moment..I was stunned
"What?!why suddenly?" I asked
"I don't know, my lord! We just received this letter from the palace!" He handed me the letter
"This evening?! Prepare my clothes and carriage!"
At my command, the mages sprang into action, swiftly preparing my attire and the carriage.
I wore a bold, gothic-inspired look that mixes dramatic elements with a refined, aristocratic feel. The standout feature of this ensemble is a flowing, ruffled white blouse with long, flared sleeves that create a sense of grandeur. The blouse is adorned with an oversized black bow at the neck, embellished with chains.
Paired with this striking top is a pair of high-waisted black trousers, fitted and structured with ornate buttons, which elevate the outfit to a more formal, vintage vibe. The combination of the flowing blouse and tailored pants creates a perfect balance between soft and structured, while the monochrome palette reinforces the gothic, mysterious allure that contrasted with my silver hair styled in a short, textured cut.
The hair appears to be slightly tousled, with a layered effect creating volume and movement. The bangs are relatively short and swept to the sides, while the sides and back are also short, creating a somewhat shaggy yet stylish look.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror before turning to my mages, walking pass them as I headed into outside. When I stepped outside the tower, the sun shone brightly to my figure making my pale skin somehow glowing like a divine figure. Even so, my haunting shade of stormy grey eyes cannot stand the brightness of the sunlight making my view becoming more vague.
Before my views becoming more worse, I walk down to the carriage that are prepared for me. The mage butler of my magic tower offer a hand to help me stepping into the carriage and I gladly accept the help from him and step inside into the carriage.
My right-hand mage step into the carriage after me and ordered the driver to started moving. The horse start moving with a maximum speed, but somewhat keeping a pace to make sure the carriage was safe.