Once, these kingdoms thrived in harmony, united by treaties and ancient magic. Aurelia, renowned for its fiery dominance, held the most influence. However, Caelumm, with its lineage of pure water mages, truly possessed the greatest power.
Then came the prophecy.
"A girl born of water shall awaken the darkness. She will rise from the legacy of ruin and destroy the five. From her hands, the forgotten shall return, and from her heart, the kingdoms shall burn."
Whispers turned into fear, and fear turned into war.
The prophecy struck a chord deep within the kingdom of Varkareth
for it was said that the dark lord, long banished, shared blood with their lineage.
Terrified of what might come, Varkareth sought allies...
and found them in the other nations.
Led by Aurelia, the four kingdoms turned on Caelumm,
accusing it of harboring the child of prophecy.
The betrayal was swift.
A place once trusted, once called sister
was obliterated in flame and fury.
Dark smoke choked the skies.
Blood stained the sea.
The once-mighty Caelumm was drowned in its own element.
Its royal blood was hunted.
Its legacy erased.
And in the years that followed, it became nothing more than a bedtime tale.
A myth.
A villain's name whispered to children who didn't know the truth.
But truths buried in water...
Always rise again.
Prologue: The Fall of Caelumm
There were once five great kingdoms.
Aurelia, the blazing heart of fire and strength.
Zeloria, where nature thrived in harmony.
Caelumm, the realm of oceans, scholars, and old magic.
Varkareth, cloaked in shadows and feared for its dark arts.
And Frostmere, a cold and quiet land that stood apart from the rest.
For centuries, they lived in balance bound by treaties, bloodlines, and ancient spells. Aurelia held the loudest voice among them, its fire magic fierce and dominant. But it was Caelumm, with its pure line of water mages and timeless wisdom, that held the true power.
Then came the prophecy.
"A girl born of water shall awaken the dark.
She will rise from legacy and ruin the five.
From her hands, the forgotten shall return.
From her heart, the kingdoms shall burn."
What began as a whisper grew into dread. And dread turned to action.
In Varkareth, the words struck a nerve. Rumors claimed the dark lord long ago cast out was of their blood. The fear of his return spread like rot. Desperate to protect their name, Varkareth reached out to their former enemies.
And Aurelia answered.
So did the others.
Together, they turned on Caelumm accusing it of sheltering the girl the prophecy spoke of.
The betrayal was swift. Brutal. Caelumm, once their ally, was burned to the ground.
Smoke blotted out the sun. The sea turned red. The kingdom of water drowned in its own depths.
Its royal bloodlines were hunted. Its memory wiped from scrolls and stories.
All that remained were hushed warnings and bedtime tales told to scare children.
But the truth the real truth was not lost.
Because truth, like water, always finds a way to rise.