The prosperous land of Sylvannia. A realm filled with whimsy and delight. Where all of human imaginations reside. It is said to be the resting place of the First Light, a benevolent force made from humanity's ambitions, dreams, and the positive sub-conscious. 

It has been tucked away on its own dimension, untouched, for millennia. And even if it is the Realm of Light, it did not shy away from its own darkness.

With the First Light retiring from its perpetual state of light bringing, it sprouted Seven fragments of itself, each with its own color, forming The First Rainbow.

As its loyal disciples, The Seven Fragments or simply, The Seven, created realms that were to their liking:

The velvety lands of Rougewood Grove, with cherry trees in its everlasting hues of red and pink,

The autumn-like landscape of Tangerine Meadows, with crops a bounty in earthy orange tones.

The golden glimmer of the lakes and seas, and the iridescence of the crystal-filled landscape that borders the Islands of Regina de Oro.

The gravity-defying  Grüne Herzen, where only the purest of hears can scale its ever-shifting landscape, and is only stagnant through the powers of its Empath Fairies.

The starry waters of Oceano Stellato, a realm that merged the stars to the abyss, with waterborne creatures unique to its extraterrestrial climate.

The  scintillating swirls of Manto Lunar, which clouds blur the veil between the Realms of Sylvannia and the heavens above.

And last but not the least, Symphonie Violette, a realm that vibrates mellow tunes in every step a person creates.

Sylvannia has been through a lot over the years. One might add that the Seven Realms have reached the pinnacle of its prosperity. 

 With its recent recovery from drought, famine and civil wars, one might have never noticed the realm's wear and tear and its share of problems, but the shining beacon of its ambition . But the ever resilient and ambitious realms made sure that their subjects are at their best interest, up until now.

--

It is yet another dawn across the land. But one might beg to differ, as the Realm was yet in another turmoil, about to unfold. With the Monarchs slowly turning to dust, a new generation of leaders were called to dedicate to the cause. 

The Era of Selection.

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Scene 1 : Regina de Oro

"Are we approaching there yet, my liege?" The coachman asked.

"Not quite, we're still missing a couple of passages before we get to the heart of the city. Be careful though, we do not want to waste precious gifts for the next Crown Monarch." The gentleman replied, keeping a somewhat heavy ornate box filled with offerings and gifts, tucking it towards his stomach.

It's a very busy day for the entire Kingdom of Regina de Oro, as they are  blessed to  host this year's Era of Selection. With the Pillars of the Seven responsible for electing this year's Monarch from each and every noble house from this very realm and beyond.

 "Ah, the great palace of Sarimanok, still glistening in its stunning gold."
The noble wandered, his eyes filled with wonder as he approach the busy halls of the palace, filled with servants decorating and cleaning the place to preserve the castle's glow in perpetuity.

"Who do you think will ascend to the throne? I have my bets on that purple-haired gentleman."

Murmurs between ball goers chime as everyone feasts their eyes towards the finest ladies and gentlemen of the season.

A lot of Rajah's, Lakans and other nobility came forward as they anticipate the arrival of the candidates.

Delegates with the finest silk brocade walked elegantly, as the music started for the announcement of candidates.

Ladies with sashes danced gracefully, with fans on their faces to allure the crowd. But only a gem this bright drowns the sea of fabric display as a distinct specimen of the fairy nobility came fluttering about.

A rubenesque figure of small stature stood out, with hair as dark as obsidian and skin as rich as the sands of the Kingdom itself.

Her name was Genesis. Current candidate of House Sinclair.

And albeit her flawless aesthetic, this woman is cunning, ruthless, and self-centered. Was raised by her parents to be heartless and treat people beneath her with an iron fist and a lack of empathy.

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Scene 2: Palace of Sarimanok

Genesis entered the throne room, and while the golden and marble halls of the palace were exhilarating, her comical expressions were just as hard to miss. Seemingly disappointed, Genesis sighed in disbelief. She slapped her handkerchief towards her trusty attendant, keeping his posture while also reassuring that his Mistress was doing alright. 

"I haven't seen but a single person that can rival my presence, Elias." A seemingly handsome young man, with an upright posture, with fiery amber eyes and golden streaks on his ebony hair, accompanies Genesis, as he slowly comes out from the shadows

"I am afraid but I have to agree, my lady. Fear not, as I am sure there are no candidate more suitable than you, to be exalted into the role of Monarch. I can already see it."

He said, confident in his tone.

"Crown Princess Genesis of Regina de Oro, Head of House Sinclair, the next Queen of the Seven Realms--"

Elias sang his litanies to Genesis, only to be shrugged in return.

"Oh I know, Elias. I am certain to be better in everything than all of them stacked upon each other, like vermin feasting on cheese."

Elias nod in agreement like a dog fond of its owner.

One thing about Genesis, is that her deceitful appearance always came handy in social gatherings. So eloquent and clever that her 'adversaries' were always caught under her insults.

"Lady Genesis!"

"Lady Adarna. Salutations."

"I didn't expect to see you here, but it is such an honor to-"

she said, shaking Genesis's hand aggressively.

"see you here! I can barely even see a glimpse of you in any social events, is there a matter? Are you planning to actively participate this time around? Has there been a change of heart recently, perhaps you wanted to socialize--"

Disinterest possessed Genesis as she tries to quickly grab her hand away from her.

"You know what? I am so glad that I will never see your chit-chatty face ever again. All that talk and for what? Why not spare that for--"

Genesis looked her up and down in disgust.

"Important... diplomatic meetings, instead of prying to my very successful life behind curtains, hmm?'

Adarna scuffed in disbelief, with her poor soul crushed from Genesis's vile words.

And so everyone thought that the illustrious Genesis was charismatic, yet here she is, crushing any instance of a possible alliance, every chance she gets.

"Elias, handkerchief, I do not want to be associated with ravaging peasants trying to ruin this very beautiful night."

As Elias followed his Mistress as the two went off to disappear in a sea of golden-hued gala goers.

--

The spacious lotus-patterned halls with golden etchings echoed the noise of the nobility as they discussed this year's assortment of candidates. 

"But to be fair, Your Excellency, I still think that this Era has some of the most well-suited candidates to govern the Seven, don't you think it's a little bit too early to come at a very steadfast decision?" One of the Rajahs stated, raising a cup of what seems to be a sparkling glass of freshly-picked fruit wine.

"I am just not confident about how young the general populace is for the candidates this Era, are we sure that our High Priestess is on her right mind to anoint such young aspirants? Back in my day, young men and women of age were ripe, and fully decisive. Not to mention--"

The conversation stopped as Genesis walked into the room.

"One face I haven't seen in many moons now. Could it possibly be?....."

His thoughts with the crowd, unified as this somehow rare appearance of a member of one the wealthiest and most reputable clans of all Regina de Oro seems to have graced them with her appearance.

"Apologies for my delay, one can only hold up to such high expectations and with my trotting about around the Kingdom for my endorsement campaign, it barely allowed me to have a time to mingle with such..."

she said, delightfully, until her pleasant mood disappeared into thin air.

"Measly nobles." She muttered under her breath.

--

As soon as the exchange of chit chatter faded, the High Priestess came into the scene. 

"Greetings, Citizens of this glistening Kingdom. It is I, High Priestess, Singha."

"As the High Priestess of Wat Arun, (Temple of Dawn) resting at the peak of Apolaki, a place where our god, The Sun, shines in perpetuity, I am now blessed by our Almighty god as a vessel of his words and a representation of his might. In this very moment I am protected by his will and no evil eye shall harm all these citizens. Kneel and feel the presence of our god, our great Apolaki."   

Everyone kneeled as the apprentices of the High Priest swayed their incense bells and tuned a massive golden fork. The Sun seemingly agreed as it rays cascade in favor of the ascending incense smokes. 

"I am sure the lot of you have heard about the recent changes happening across all the Realms, with most of our Monarchs retiring early, either by abdicating the throne, dying by sickness or of old age. It has been truly an honor, serving the former leaders of these unified nations under one rule, and even though the era that you are standing currently is about to end, fear not, as great changes are about to begin." 

"In front of you, stands this Era's brightest and most illustrious candidates. I trust you all to take care of these Blessed people and may Apolaki, the Yellow Sovereign, bless us all." 

The crowd roared with applause as the High Priestess commences the Era of Selection.

END