Magic is the source of all things, living and dead. People and monsters possess magical energy. But few are able to master these arcane abilities.
Fifteen years ago, the high kingdom of Velaria changed forever. Dark forces rebelled against the monarchical government. The royal family was dragged through the streets before being publicly executed by the Dark Lord. For fifteen long years, the Dark Lord ruled with an iron fist. He rewarded his most loyal soldiers with governing positions and noble status. Conquest to the west, Famine to the south, War to the east, and Death to the north.
In the present day, Samuel, a retired wizard from the old age of King Alessandro Lysander hatched a scheme to free his people.
"Grandpa, are you sure about this?" Stevie pulled on his grandfather's tattered brown robe. The boy's thick glasses reflected sunlight onto the brick alleyway.
The old man stumbled, "Yes, my boy. It's going to work." Composing himself, he clasped his hands together.
"I wish…to defeat the dark lord." A shockwave launched Stevie back, the air swirled into a vortex around Samuel, and a beam of light exploded from him. Consuming the alleyway with shining dust, Samuel kept his concentration.
The dust and smoke became a thick dark pool in the air. Crawling his way over to his grandfather, Stevie brought the pair to their feet. When they looked up, four dark silhouettes emerged from the smog.