I lay on my mothers lap while she combed her hand through my hair. The warmth of the fire on my face in the darkness of the night with only the light of the fire and the moon shining through the window. I stared at the reflection of the moon on the marble floor as my mother rocked the chair back and forth. Back and forth.

“Hey mom?”

“Yes Will?”

“Can you tell me how you and daddy met?”

“But you've already heard it several times before.”

“Yeah, well, I want to hear it again.”

“Okay then, you ready?”

“Yup!”

“Once upon a time:”

There was a war raging on between two kingdoms, Eldoria and Varaenthia. It went on so long that the kingdoms began to depend on this war. If one side won, and the other lost, essentially they both lost. The same if the war ended in a tie. But if they kept on fighting, they would both eventually end in ruin. There was no way out, they were stuck. 

But just when everything seemed hopeless, one hero rose who went by the name of Harold. He was the prince of Eldoria, and he got the craziest idea that nobody had thought of. He proposed to get engaged to the queen of Varaenthia's daughter, Seraphina. Of course when he brought the idea to his father, he was immediately turned down. But after much pleading and reasoning for this. He finally agreed in desperation for his kingdom.

And conveniently enough, when Seraphina and Harold met, they fell in love at first sight. After they married, they brought both kingdoms together and built a whole new kingdom named Veldoria and they ruled it together. But instead of the happily ever after everyone wants, the C major scale stopped at a B♮. A high ranked noble named Arendor usurped the throne and ruled with greed and fear.

The “Queen” that had no more power than a noble, gave birth to a son named Zephyrin. But when Zephyrin turned 13 He began to glow a great golden light and the ground shook. That was the day when the dungeon appeared. Nobody knew why the prince glowed that night until they explored the dungeon and found at the very entrance, a hand mirror. This was the Infomirror that answered any question (to a certain extent) as long as they see themselves in the mirror, asking it.

And sure enough, when they asked the mirror why their son glowed, it told them that that was his arisement. When they asked the mirror what that was, it told him that at that moment he gained his Arising, something that the Ariser excels in. Arisings can be levelled up, but it is very difficult and very little people got over level ten. Once somebodies arising passes ten they get another arising and nobody in history has ever passed two arisings.

When Zephyrin rose to power and everyone's kids arose, conflict began to develop in the kingdom. People believed in different ways of using their power and how the hierarchy would work. Not long after, the kingdom split in three: Zephyriel was ruled by Zephyrin, Arendriel was ruled by the second son of Arendor, Ariel, and finally Sylphareth, was ruled by Sylvaren.

In the kingdom of Arendriel on the same night that Zephyrin turned 13, the first son of Ariel was born.

Arion.