Before life, there was power, unknown forces that shaped the universe from the darkness. These forces became gods to some, or a single god to many, but no one ever fully understood them. Their stories were passed down from generation to generation, a long game of telephone mixing up fact from fiction that spiraled into many holy books. Even with all these different stories, their mark on the world remains hidden in plain sight.

  As time passed, these forces adapted, taking form within human bodies. Some guided humanity, helping them build a way of life and survive. Others fell in love, having children who could control the world’s elements at will. Most, however, did both.

  Over hundreds of years, these children multiplied. They eventually became known as a race called the Nezulu. These original gods discovered that the Nezulu’s bodies could hold ancient, world-shaping magic far better than the human forms they had once inhabited. Rather than shortening their lives like the humans, some of these new beings flourished for much longer.

  These fortunate few were known as Kuluns.

  These bodies became vessels, allowing the gods to transfer their power once their mortal forms had passed away. This host is able to still be themselves, have their personality, but little details change. How they think, how they feel, and how they love are all altered in some way.

  At the end, when a Kulun passes after living a long, healthy life, the power remains on earth, waiting to be drawn to a new host.

  Although long life is a gift, the power can consume those who are not suited to it. The power must choose its host carefully, for if it does not, it risks being lost in a hollow vessel of darkness until consumed and needing to start the host selection again.

  The Nezulus and a few Kuluns started to spread out. They spent their time aiding humans in the growth of their civilizations across every corner of the world. Earth Elementals helped erect towering monuments that still stand to this day, while Fire Elementals kept nomadic tribes alive during prehistoric times. Though not every era was peaceful—such as when the Ice Elementals fought back with their Ice Age, they had coexisted with humanity since its beginning.

  However, over time, the kindness of these beings was met with betrayal. Humans began to treat them not as equals, but as slaves. This shift in behavior forced most of the magical and supernatural races to retreat into hiding.

  Eventually, the Nezulus decided they could no longer remain among humans. Seeking to protect their kind, they yearned for a place where they could live in peace, away from the growing distrust of the mainland.

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  During the age of exploration, eleven children from the world’s most influential Nezulu families set out to find a new home for their people.

  These eleven children would go on to create the Eleven Islands of Cleonia and forged the barrier known as the Bermuda Triangle to keep them hidden.

  The children’s names were as followed: Quincy Revies, Wendelin Hecis, Bria Soci, Yerna Zease, Tonien Ethies, Mia Llevies, Hera Tacis, Peter Laven, Randy Dermend, Reid Ramon, and Yandy Fisher.

  Each of them led a group, establishing borders and settling on how to govern different factions of the Nezulus. They became the Kings and Queens of their newly founded island kingdoms, beckoning their people to safety.

  Yet, convincing all the Nezulus to move wasn’t easy.

  While most quickly packed their bags, others resisted, preferring to stay on the mainland. Among those who chose to remain was the Octavia family, who went on to form the Agency of Supernatural Affairs, or ASA for short.

  The ASA was conceived as an organization to govern the magical and supernatural beings who still wished to live alongside humans. Its role was to instate laws, provide officers, and protect the fragile peace between worlds. Any race was welcome, provided they passed the rigorous tests set by the agency and graduated from their academy.

  Over the many years, the Cleonia Islands had only seen one Great War. The Kingdom of Ramon believed that Fisher was attempting to freeze their crucial trade routes. Fearing for their livelihood, Ramon allied with Soci and Dermand, while Fisher formed alliances with the entirety of the other kingdoms.

  In the end, the Kingdom of Ramon was brought into Fisher’s land with the help of Water and Earth Elementals. The conflict left only a small neutral territory behind, where councils would now convene to find peace and prevent war. It also became the site of one of the bloodiest battlefields the war had witnessed, a stark reminder of the consequences when kingdoms fail to cooperate.

  Centuries have passed since then, yet one royal from the original Eleven still remains as young as the day he helped carve out his kingdom: The King of Fisher. Chosen as the Kulun of Life just a few years after the Great War, he has watched his legacy unfold for far too long.

  Yandy, the King, fathered three children: a set of twins, Charlie and Rodgers, and a daughter named Edward.

  As they grew up in the public eye, tragedy struck when the crowned prince—Rodgers—vanished without a trace. No official announcement was made, and rumors quickly spread. Despite Yandy’s efforts to erase him from the public’s memory, Rodgers’ name occasionally resurfaces in whispers on the streets.

  The next in line for the throne was Charles, the second-born twin. He was a prodigy—top of his class and head of the New York ASA. Everything seemed perfect for him, until he shocked everyone by announcing that he was stepping down and declining the throne.

  With all eyes now on her, the last hope for the monarchy fell to Princess Edward—formerly ridiculed by her father for being born a daughter. She stood tall under the nickname given to her by the people: Princess Winnie.

  Now, as the kingdom’s only remaining heir, she would be next in line to take the throne… only if she outlived her father.