The Lost Story of the Primal Kingdom

**THIS IS ONLY THE SYNOPSIS: FOR THE STORY ITSELF PLEASE REFER TO MY PORTFOLOIO**

It is said that long ago, the sun of Icartha had blessed the world with it’s hallowed blood, calming the fires that streaked the skies and seared the continents. From where the land received Icartha’s power had the Gods risen from the blessed lake that had formed. These four gods of creation, destruction, time and space shaped Bòvar into the world it is known as to this day; from the northern tides of the Warmeo Ocean to the quaint Fae villages in the south, life bloomed all over the ancient soil. The seraphic entities soon fled from the planet into their own celestial realms, and watched over their creations as they evolved.

Yet even with the tools of livelihood in their hands, both humanity and faekind looked for more than the bare world to harness. In his pity, the flawed demiurge of creation descended back upon Bovar, and provided his divine intervention. His blessings twisted the hearts of men, and their empyrean faith turned into a ruthless whip of war and destruction. The world now scorched with mordant scars had to face the histories that pass without contempt. Though the people yelled out in solemn silence, it only took a single moment for the God of Creation to vanish. Even with the world now seemingly abandoned by the gods who had birthed it, centuries continued without remorse, and the world would be split; the fae in the south and humanity in the north.

This story, lost to the ages of time, follows a girl whose life has been changed by forces far out of mortal control. With generations of life merely dust in a draconian wind, she must look past her own needs to restore balance not only to herself, but to a war torn world; to amend for the faults of gods and find purpose in the existence of mankind.