There are many worlds beyond ours, one is a realm called Gemmas. A world most prominent for its spiritual connection to the multiple elements of Earth. Ground, Fire, Water, Air, merely the basic four. There are those of Music, Stories, Creation, Corruption, Destruction and much more. Many more than even I cannot understand. 

But to keep it simple, keep it short. Keep it grounded with no retort.

A long, gruesome and bloody war commenced in all of Gemmas. Battling one foe, “The Nefarious Crow” a being barely mortal, barely a spirit yet practically a God, sprouted from the most desolate of grounds. He had only one mission in Gemmas, one purpose. To spark a new beginning by ridding everything else. The God of Desolation and Destruction. He carried out such duties with ease and without another thought.

When asked for his motivations, he questions your wonder

“Well, why do you exist?”

And most will reply, “I simply do.”

“Then so do I.” he would say. Their replies being their last words, as they would never again see the light of day.

The war, known as the War of Glory left Gemmas to be a mere fragment of what it used to be. But one pair rose to the occasion. Two lovers that endlessly fought for their future and the hope to be together. Crown Prince Lumens Flaris and Lady Rubaine Embers. One great, renowned Royal Knight, the defender and protector of Gemmas. And the beautiful, talented, innovative Crown Princess, the healer of Gemmas.

They healed Gemmas. And rid it off the great threat. The Lady Rubaine, forever changing Gemmas. And the Prince Lumens, forever protecting it. They lived peacefully for the years to come. 

Well… Until now that is.

As centuries later, he lives once again. The Crow took flight. However… It seems he does not know.

That poses a great problem. Does it justify anything at all?

Or will he assume his destiny, live out his purpose and even take the fall?

In a matter like this, could he even win? 

And is it even a loss to make A Proclamation of Ruin?

This is not History. And may it be noted that I hate tragedies. Duty be noted, I don't like death and dying for those I am fond. This is not history nor is it hers.

It is a story of a nest finding bird.