In a world where magic flows like air through the land, power is everything.
Five mighty empires rise across a single vast continent, each shaped by ancient forces and elemental dominions. Though bound to the same landmass, each empire is as distinct as night and day—different in nature, in strength, and in the magic that defines them.
Here, magic is not a myth; it is the air they breathe, the earth they walk on, and the fire that fuels their lives.
Despite their strength, peace remains a fragile dream.
Yet despite sharing the same soil, each realm could not be more different.
In the western corner lies the Solaria Empire, a land of towns and bustling workspaces.
To the mid-west, the Lunaris Empire rises with unbreakable cliffs and forests older than time itself.
To the mid-east, the Pyronis Empire glimmers like a jewel—rivers that whisper, oceans that speak.
In the eastern corner, the Aetheris Empire stretches into open skies and floating isles, where even gravity bows to magic.
And in the center—where all threads converge—stands the Voltaris Empire, the beating heart of the world. A land of balance. A land of secrets. A land where a boy is about to awaken a storm.
"Please... don't leave... Please!"
Imperial stood alone in a dying world—a world of smoke, sorrows, and shadows. Dark creatures crept toward him, their forms shifting like liquid darkness, eyes glowing with pain and hunger.
Tears fell from faces he could not see—faces that blurred in the shadows. Cries echoed in all directions.
Desperation.
"Where am I?"
"Why does everything feel so... broken?"
"Why does this feel like the end of something important?"
"And yet… why does it feel so peaceful?"
He turned to see the horizon splitting in two, a golden light pouring over a crumbling land. As he stepped toward it—
BANG. BANG.
"WAKE UP, IMPERIAL!"
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Morning Reality
His eyes shot open.
A gasp escaped his lips. Sweat slicked his brow.
The dream again.
The light from the window had softened since dawn, slipping through cream-colored curtains to kiss the wooden floor of his room. Dust particles floated in sunbeams, dancing like magic in the quiet.
He sat up slowly, heart still thumping from the memory of that voice.
Downstairs, washed his face, and descended the steps to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mom," he mumbled, still dazed.
"Good morning, dear," said Lyra Alden, her eyes warm yet alert. "Are you aware of the time?"
He glanced at the clock mounted above the fireplace.
10:03 AM.
His eyes widened.
"OH NO! I'm late!"
Lyra crossed her arms with an amused sigh. "Let me guess: the tournament?"
Imperial grabbed his satchel, hopping as he shoved on his boots. "I had that dream again—the weird one. Maybe that's why I overslept."
Her face shifted from amusement to quiet concern. She approached and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Dreams can feel powerful," she said softly. "But they only hold the meaning we give them. Don't let it rule your heart. Focus on the dream you live for. That's the one that matters."
He hesitated, and then nodded. "Yeah… You're right."
"I made your favorite breakfast," she added.
"If I stop to eat now, I'll miss Kai's match!" he said, already at the door.
Lyra smiled knowingly. "He's been preparing for this for months. I'm sure seeing his little brother in the stands will give him strength."
Imperial grinned. "That's the plan!"
As he rushed outside, Lyra watched from the doorway.
He looked cheerful. Confident. Full of energy.
But she knew better.
She knew the truth that haunted her son—the dream... and the prophecy.
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Five Years Ago
"Elder… why can't this boy control his magic?" Lyra's voice shook.
The room was silent, lit by soft blue flames that floated in lanterns above the scroll-covered table. The Elder's robes swayed as he turned.
"Because of the curse," he said quietly. "A curse cast by the gods… nine centuries ago."
"A curse?" she whispered.
"Yes. The prophecy speaks of a boy born with royal blood… one who will bring ruin to the world by choosing the path of darkness. Though many children have been born over the centuries… the timeline matches now."
Her hands trembled. "But… not my son."
The elder lowered his head. "We all hope not, Lyra. But prophecy is prophecy. And time waits for no one."
Unbeknownst to them, Imperial had heard every word.
That night changed everything.
The fear took root.
The doubt.
The belief that perhaps… he really was cursed.
Since then, the dream never stopped.
And neither did the burden.
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The royal town
The streets of royal town, capital or the central town of the Central Empire surrounded by a circular layer of trees. Imperial ran toward the arena.
The city was a masterpiece— white stone road. The shops having all kind of stuff from cloths to household to weapons. everything.
Even some shops have magic items like a lamp glow by you fire magic.
Fruit vendors sold apples and glasslike grapes. Children ran past playing with sparking rune balls, while a street performer levitated dozens of colored crystals in a dazzling dance.
To his left, a canal of glowing water wove through the market, with koi-like fish made of liquid magic leaping through the air.
To his right, artificial magic-trees. As he passed one, it pulsed with color, responding to his energy like it knew him.
"Whoa," he whispered. "The city's alive today…"
But he didn't stop. Not for the colors. Not for the sounds.
He ran with purpose.
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Valorian Arena
At last, it appeared on the horizon—a colossal titan of stone and spell work, rising like a sacred monument. Its outer walls were carved with swirling glyphs, constantly shifting like living language.
A platform of light hovered near the entrance, scanning every visitor for magical energy.
Banners of the empire snapped in the wind. Pillars of flame, waterfalls of arcane light, and spiraling winds circled the arena like guardians.
Before him, the Valorian Arena roared like a living creature. Inside, thousands cheered and magic rippled through the air.
His heart beat faster.
"I'm finally here…" he whispered.
"The Valorian Arena."
He stepped forward, into the beginning of his journey.