When the world was made, so were the first inhabitants. And with the first inhabitants, came the first disputes, the first fights and the first Wars.

Powerful beings fueled by their soul, by emotions, desires and wishes alike, fighting a never ending fight.

Nobody could win, everyone was equal in power, except for one. One being, shorter, weaker and a lot more frail than all the others, cowered and hid from the fights. He was shunned for desiring more power than the others, he desired something that others felt unachievable in the way and form he desired it.

He desired power and a hierarchy. One who would control all and bring peace by doing that.

As it was, it truly was an unattainable goal.

Someone as frail and weak as him could never become powerful enough to achieve something like that.

That is, until he was gifted a chance by the creator of this world.

Supposedly, god himself had granted the ability to unify everyones powers as one, in one powerful being that would outshine all and unite the inhabitants of the world.

The truth being, that this small and frail thing, had taken gods mercy on him, betrayed and stabbed him in the back to take whatever power he could from him.

Henceforth he was known as the most powerful inhabitant, Siralos he named himself, after the sun and the god he killed and devoured.

With this new found power, he ended the wars and the fights, unaware that his actions would soon damn the world the moment he himself, would pass.

The god had promised him and this world a death more painful than any other, the moment Siralos would die, the stone would be set into motion and a cycle of pain and war will start…

Siralos, who at the time refused to believe such threats, at the peak of his form, dismissed the gods words as empty threats.

Choosing to instead build up a kingdom in the Worlds very center, Arkadia.

Within this Kingdom he ruled for many years to come, marrying a beautiful woman, who gave him four children resembling the very elements that made up this world.

Though the moment these children were of age, something odd happened. The power he had stolen from the god, was starting to eat away at his very body. It was tearing at his soul and killing him slowly. His prime now over and the curse laid by the god taking effect.

The power that Siralos so foolishly stole from the God held a curse, that would slowly devour it`s user the more he used it.

And Siralos… he had used it plenty by then.

Now bedridden, he still refused to give up the power he stole. Choosing to embed his powers within his oldest child, one who wielded fire and flame like the sun.

Though after his passing, this child had proven too scared to become king of a whole world. He did not wish for so much responsibility.

Thus his three siblings agreed to divide the world by four.

Arkadia the continent of sun and warmth.

Balestra the continent of Strength and Balance.

Skaia the continent of freedom and knowledge.

Amarilias the continent of creativity and music.

These four continents persisted over the many years. Though… as the god had foretold on his death, the cycle began with these four children. Disputes, fights and wars broke out.

They would start, shed blood and resolve soon after.

War after war tore apart the continents into seclusion. Leaving deep scars in each of the four families.

Until the last King of Arkadia, Solaris, brought forth a time of peace and healing. He did everything in his power to stop such senseless wars and bloodshed. Unaware that by trying to stop the cycle, something worse took hold within the world.

The cycle allowed for negativity to circulate in a controlled if horrendously violent way. Now that these wars were stopped and avoided, the negativity was running rampant. Solaris tried to find a way to stop the negative energy, left overs of the gods anger and betrayal now dubbed Miasma, even putting the old traditions to question.

Questioning whether this power that is passed down within his family is truly as good as their ancestor claimed to them.

Though as he tended to the problem of the Miasma, his own Son, Salem was overtaken by something worse. Something took hold of his son's jealous nature and his desire for knowledge.

In a night dubbed “The Collapse” Prince Salem vi`Arkadia slaughtered the castle's servants, executing his father and thus the last current pillar that held back the collapsing negative energy. Leading to the rousing of dead souls and the corruption of the living.

Souls that were thought to be long gone, brought back with nothing but a cold dead body and a desire for blood now caused havoc amongst the crazed living.

The prince Soleil vanished without a trace and Salem crowned himself new King of the world, starting a war that would, if not stopped, end the lives of all without mercy until only he was left.

A complete reset of the world…