PROLOGUE
For the residents of Raduga, their knowledge of the world consisted of a time frame created by war and crafted by the monstrous strains that populated the continent. Records of a previous lifestyle did not exist; however, oral tradition taught them a vague outline of their supposed history. False pride settled over them as they believed that they were chosen. They could not recall how they gained their ability to manipulate aura, for in their minds, they greeted the world with the capacity to manipulate magic. Yet their recollections should not be trusted; they lacked access to the truth.
Before the official records began, the kingdom of Raduga spread across the entire main continent; it was not a measly five cities strung together by walls. No, the people roamed freely without the fear of monsters and with the understanding that they served the one true King—the Vasiliás. However, the utopian-esque society ended with the appearance of the mysterious Dresdan Slate. When the Vasiliás heard of the Slate, he mounted an expedition to observe the object, not realizing the consequence of doing so until later. At the time, the novelty of the item spurred them forward, and after spending days watching the Slate, they decided to test it, ordering people to approach and watching as a change occurred within them.
The Dresdan Slate created the seven members of the Vasiliás’ council. They worked together in harmony with the Vasiliás, but envy and jealousy brewed within their ranks, steadily mounting with each passing generation. Eventually, their emotions caught up with them, resulting in a seemingly endless stream of betrayals. Their actions led to the war, which everyone in succeeding generations deemed The Beginning. Fire and blood destroyed previous records while body after body descended into the depths of the ocean, and with those bodies, the truth was buried, descending to the bottom of the ocean and patiently waiting to be discovered once again.
However, with the disappearance of the Dresdan Slate, the populace noticed unnatural movements in the wilderness. Monsters appeared in the shadows of the night, and while the people fought, they could not win against the mighty strength of the beasts. They were pushed further and further toward the coast until they inhabited one side of the continent. In order to protect themselves, they built towering walls around their cities. As the centuries passed, the roads gained walls while a city developed on top of the water, acting as the official entrance to the Kingdom of Raduga.
PROLOGUE