There's a story out there. A story parents would tell their kids before bed. A story of their history and that of good morals. A story of a war and a betrayal. Yes, the great war. the war that was waged for eons. The five kingdoms fought tirelessly against themselves. For land, control, and resources... no one was ever satisfied. Always wanting more until the words began to crumble away. Magic began to seep into the world they new warping it... changing it. The kingdoms scrambled for the power knowing whoever possessed the magic was all powerful. In the war to control it the kingdoms began to fall to ruin. They learned the magic was far to twisted and chaotic for one place to control. They created what is known as the treaty of Aesir, with combined the five kingdoms under one, ruled over by five chosen royals, before all five then descended the pit to suppress the magic. In the attempt, the magic seeped into there very cores giving them all the power and turning them into hosts for the world to call on. They held the magic and gave the world magic in return. They thought they had won. They thought with the treaty everything would now be safe and hold. One did not agree. The cursed Kingdom of Raviera with its barier of the dark flame began to twist everything about. Wanting even more power and praying on the other kingdoms by way of shadow. Eventually, the treaty was broken and the four other kingdoms faught back against the Dark prince, finally trapping him away in crystal. Thus started the new treaty of Aesiran... The four kingdoms finally at peace... The dark prince traped in earth for all time to forget... to wither away in memory... Raviera now dust and dirt. a whisper in the wind. (Sorry for the absolute shit that that description was hahaha. I'm not good at summaries at all)