Before time was measured in clocks or moons, there were pacts—between mortals and the eternal. Among them, one pact broke the stars: a Daelion prince betrayed his Vjec.
The world of Aeloria, strung together by both magic and marvel, remembers this breach in its bones. Magic flows not freely, but through sentience—the Vjec, beings of pure essence who grant power only in exchange for sacrifice. Over the centuries, nations rose and fell upon the whispers of such power.
In the House of Daelion, nobles feared their own blood more than the blade. They whispered of the prophecy:
"Should twins be born with their hands as one, they will bring the world to harmony or ruin. One shall burn to save. One shall break to heal."
On the 77th eclipse, in the storm-wracked tower of Loras, two children came into the world—Arnold and Doster, hand in hand.
The world held its breath.