Once upon a time, three worlds existed, Tauris, Zantre and Earth.
Tauris- The Realm of Creators and Elements, a realm of raw power and invention, where creation was sacred and the land pulses with elemental energy. The terrain were bold — jagged mountains, glowing rivers of molten crystal, and skies streaked with lightning.The landscape consisted of Towering spires of stone and metal, floating islands powered by thought, and gardens where fire and ice bloom side by side.The Inhabitants were known as creators; they resemble human males but are forged from elemental forces. Each creator was born with a gift — to shape, build, and command. In Tauris logic, strength, and innovation was valued. Creators craft tools, weapons, and wonders that shape the balance of worlds. The invented things beyond imagining, magical structures and things no human can imagine— forging storms, bending metal, and designing protective constructs.The very atmosphere coursed with power, intense like the very air waited for the next invention and time moved with purpose.
Zantre – The Realm of Maidens and Magic. A realm woven from dreams and light, where magic breathes in every petal and breeze. The skies shimmer in hues of lavender and gold, and the sun doesn't just shine — it smiles, casting warmth that sings to the soul. The street filled with rolling meadows of singing flowers, crystal lakes that reflect emotions, and forests where trees whisper secrets. The air was fragrant with enchantment. Only maidens dwell there — ethereal beings of grace and power. Each maiden was born from a flower and carried its essence in her aura. Zantre maidens were guardians of Earth, trained in the arts of sensing, healing, and protection. They never open their eyes in the human world, for their gaze were too powerful — it could enchant or overwhelm. Their magic was soft and intuitive — songs that heal, dances that calm storms, and senses that stretch across dimensions. The atmosphere peaceful, surreal, and emotionally rich and time flowed like poetry.
Earth – The Realm of Fragile Balance
Earth was the bridge between realms, a world of humans who have forgotten the magic that once whispered through their bones, beautiful, chaotic, and wounded — a place where the mundane and the mystical collide. Cities buzzing with life and noise, while hidden corners of nature still hum with ancient energy. Mountains remembered the songs of Zantre, and rivers carry the echoes of Tauris' fire. Inhabited by Humans — curious, emotional, and unaware of the forces that protect them. Some were sensitive to the veil between worlds, drawn to dreams they cannot explain.Earth feels heavy with history and longing. The skies are sometimes too quiet, the winds too still — as if waiting for something to return. One could sense how vulnerable earth had become, rising darkness feeding on its forgotten magic.
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Inside the chamber of convergence which shimmered between realms voices could be held — the chamber of convergence was a place untouched by time, suspended in the folds of creation. Its walls were woven from starlight and stone, and the floor pulsed with the rhythm of all three worlds.Seven thrones formed a circle, each carved from the essence of its bearer's power.
From Tauris:
Thorne, Leader of Shape — his throne sculpted from living metal, ever-shifting.
Varek, Leader of Building — seated upon a structure of floating cubes, each representing a creation.
Maelis, Leader of Command — his seat forged from obsidian and flame, radiating authority.
From Zantre:
Liora, Leader of Healing — her throne bloomed with flowers that whispered in harmony.
Selya, Leader of Calm — surrounded by a mist that softened every sound.
Nyra, Leader of Senses — her seat glowed with unseen colors, vibrating with emotion.
At the center: Elarion, the Seventh — the one who bore all six gifts. His throne was a fusion of light and shadow, creation and feeling, command and calm. He was the bridge.
Elarion rose, his voice echoing like wind through crystal."The veil weakens. Earth trembles. The darkness that once slept beneath its soil now stirs."
Thorne leaned forward, his eyes sharp."It is not of Tauris. We have sensed no breach in our elemental core."
Liora's voice was gentle, but firm."Nor from Zantre. But Earth's pain is real. The flowers no longer sing. The maidens feel sorrow they cannot name."
Maelis's tone was clipped."Then it is Earth itself. The humans have forgotten balance. Their greed, their noise — it invites the void."
Nyra closed her eyes, sensing the truth."No. This is older. Deeper. Something ancient has awakened. Something that feeds on emotion and chaos."
Selya's mist thickened."Then we must act. But not with force. Earth is fragile."
Varek nodded."We must send a pair. One of creation. One of protection. Let them walk among humans. Let them restore what was lost."
Elarion's gaze swept the circle."A creator from Tauris. A maiden from Zantre. Together. But such a bond is forbidden."Silence fell.
Then Liora spoke softly."Perhaps it is time to rewrite the rules."The chamber of convergence remained silent after Liora's words — "Perhaps it is time to rewrite the rules."
Elarion stood, his eyes glowing with the light of all six powers."Then let us choose. One from each realm. One who embodies the essence of their world."He turned first to Zantre.
Liora stepped forward, her voice like a breeze through petals."There is one. A maiden born of the midnight bloom. She sings to the stars and listens to the sorrow of the soil. Her name is Serenya." Nyra added,"She sees without seeing. Her senses are unmatched. She has walked the edge of Earth's veil and returned with tears in her heart." Selya nodded."She is calm in chaos. She will not falter."
Elarion turned to Tauris.
Thorne spoke,"There is one. A creator who shapes with soul, not just stone. He forged a bridge between fire and water. His name is Kael."Varek added,"He builds not for glory, but for balance. He listens to the silence between sparks."Maelis's voice was firm."He commands with restraint. He will protect."
Elarion nodded "It is decided". He raised his hands, and the chamber darkened. In the center, two glowing figures appeared — Serenya, cloaked in silver mist, and Kael, surrounded by flickering embers."Serenya of Zantre. Kael of Tauris. You are chosen." The figures bowed, unaware of the weight of the path ahead. Elarion's voice echoed one last time: "You will walk Earth together. You will face the darkness. And you will mend the veil.
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The sky above Zantre glowed with a soft twilight, though no sun had set. The flowers hummed a low, mournful tune, and the wind carried whispers of ancient songs. In the heart of the Garden of Echoes, Serenya stood before the three leaders — Liora of Healing, Selya of Calm, and Nyra of Senses.Their robes shimmered with the colors of their gifts, and their eyes — always closed in the human world — now opened, revealing galaxies within.
Liora stepped forward, placing a hand over Serenya's heart. "You carry the song of Zantre. Let it guide you when Earth forgets how to listen."
Selya's voice was like mist on water."You will face chaos. Fear. Anger. Let your calm be a shield, not a silence."
Nyra touched Serenya's temples, her fingers glowing."You must not open your eyes on Earth. But you will see more than any human ever could. Trust your sensing. It will speak louder than sight."
Serenya bowed, her silver hair cascading like moonlight."I will protect. I will listen. I will not falter."
Then, from the mist beyond the garden, a figure emerged — Elarion, the Seventh, the one who bore all six gifts. His presence stilled the air."Serenya," he said, his voice both thunder and whisper, "you are chosen not only to protect, but to change. The creator you will walk beside is not your enemy, nor your equal. He is your mirror."He stepped closer, placing a glowing crystal in her palm."This holds the memory of Zantre. Should you lose yourself, it will sing you home."
The flowers around them bloomed in a sudden burst of light, and the wind carried her name across the realm."Go now," Liora whispered. "Earth awaits"
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The skies of Tauris roared with energy. Lightening danced across the clouds, and the rivers of molten crystal pulsed with anticipation. In the Hall of Sparks, Kael stood before the three leaders of his realm — Thorne of Shape, Varek of Building, and Maelis of Command.Behind them, the great forge of Tauris blazed, casting flickering shadows across Kael's armor — a living construct of metal and flame, forged by his own hands.Thorne approached first, his voice like grinding stone."You are the shaper of bridges, Kael. On Earth, you must shape more than stone. You must shape trust."
Varek placed a glowing cube in Kael's palm — a seed of creation."This will respond only to your will. Use it to build what Earth needs — shelter, protection, hope."
Maelis stepped forward, his eyes burning with command."You will walk beside a maiden of Zantre. Her ways are unlike ours. Do not seek to control her. Protect her. Learn from her."Kael bowed, his voice steady."I will honor Tauris. I will protect Earth. I will not fail." Then, the forge dimmed, and from its heart emerged Elarion, the Seventh — the one who bore all powers. His presence silenced the storm."Kael," he said, "you are chosen not for your strength, but for your heart. The maiden you walk beside will challenge you. She will change you."He handed Kael a shard of crystal — half dark, half light."This is the memory of Tauris. Should you forget who you are, it will remind you."The skies above split open, revealing the veil to Earth. Kael stepped forward, the crystal glowing in his hand, the seed of creation pulsing in his grip."Let the fire within you burn not to destroy, but to illuminate."And with that, Kael vanished into the veil — toward Earth, toward Serenya, toward a fate that would test the laws of all three worlds.
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The veil between worlds shimmered like a curtain of silver mist, parting gently as Serenya stepped through. Her feet touched the soil of Earth — soft, trembling, wounded. The wind greeted her with a whisper, and the trees leaned slightly, as if recognizing her presence.She stood in a quiet glade hidden from human eyes, where the last remnants of Earth's ancient magic still lingered. Flowers here did not sing, but they sighed — a soft, sorrowful sound.Serenya closed her eyes, sensing the pain in the land."So much silence," she murmured. "So much forgetting."Then the air shifted.A low hum vibrated through the ground, and the scent of fire and metal filled the glade. From the opposite side, Kael emerged — tall, cloaked in elemental armor that flickered with light. His eyes, molten gold, scanned the space with precision.He paused when he saw her — a figure of mist and moonlight, her eyes closed, her presence serene.For a moment, neither spoke.Then Kael stepped forward, his voice deep and steady."You are the maiden of Zantre."Serenya tilted her head, sensing his energy."And you are the creator of Tauris."Their powers met in the air — not clashing, but circling, curious.Kael looked at her closed eyes."You do not see?"Serenya smiled softly."I see more than sight allows."
He studied her, unsure whether to trust her calm or challenge it."Earth is not what I expected."She turned toward the trees."It is broken. But not beyond healing."Kael stepped beside her, the ground warming beneath his feet."Then we begin." Their hands did not touch, but the space between them pulsed with possibility — a bond forming, fragile and forbidden. Above them, the sky darkened slightly. The first shadow stirred. And together, without knowing what lay ahead, Serenya and Kael began their journey — protectors of Earth, strangers to each other, destined to change the fate of three worlds.