T H E B E F O R E

There were Gods and there were mortals.

It all began when a God decided to hand a mere mortal a fraction of his power. A game that started out purely for his entertainment.

Elijah was his name.

However, Elijah being a humble and selfless mortal, used it for the good of his people and became their saviour over time.

The Gods amazed by his selflessness, gifted him a new world, a planet filled with wonders no one had ever seen nor heard of. A world that was solely powered by the Gods themselves.

The Gods called it Arcana.

They placed him near a lake filled with wonders of stardust, twinkling stars, hopeful dreams and a special magical force that was the core of every being's existence.

Elijah named the force as SoulSpirit. He had long before discovered its mystical ways of bonding to one's soul that enhanced a mere human's abilities. The stronger the bonding, the stronger the ability.

It was what the Gods gifted him after all in the first place.

Over time however, Elijah grew bored of the creatures and the mystical forest. He soon grew restless with loneliness as time passed.

Soon, tired of his lonely lifestyle he begged the Gods for a cure. The Gods, taking pity gifted Elijah with a new race of mortals.

These mortals were not as strong as Elijah but possessed a strong amount of SoulSpirit that had a pulsating golden glow unlike Elijah's Azure SoulSpirit.

They were named as The Elites.

Elijah lead the Elites proudly, happy that he was no longer alone. He soon fell in love and wed Marissa, an Elite who's beauty rivalled the stars and beyond.

Happy with his new life, Elijah was taken by surprise when another race of mortals that possessed a silver SoulSpirit started to show face.

They were weaker than the Elites but maintained balance of harmony and peace. The Anatomy were what they were called. They live humbly and happily.

But like a God once said 'Everything has an End and a Beginning'.

It all fell when the old race of mortals came to light. They were not strong, they were not weak and they did not possess any SoulSpirit. They were just plain mortals.

Upon their arrival, Elites and Anatomy grew red with rage. How dare mere mortals taint their powerful, sacred and balanced world? Elijah upon hearing their existence grew jealous. Forgetting his origin, he raged, How could the Gods bring them here? They had done nothing to deserve Arcana!

He called them Nulls and imposed a law that demanded every SoulCaster to turn them in and reduced their existence to filthy slaves.

Nulls were captured, families were torn and children were lost. Elijah showed them no remorse.

His jealousy consumed him and turned him into a cruel man. His wife Marissa felt pity for the Nulls and tried to help them to her best. However, Elijah soon found out and killed his beloved wife in anger. Shocked at what he had done, he grew depressed and angry.

He blamed the Nulls and started killing them mercilessly.

A father lost his wife and baby son to Elijah's cruel ways. Marcus was his name. Broken and hollow hearted, he fled to the forest and came across a lake made out of wistful dreams and stars that pulsated with an azure glow.

He fell on his knees and begged the Gods for salvation and justice to his harsh life. He begged for his dead wife and son, for every Null that faced the same fate and had lost their dear ones.

Marcus stood with determination and killed himself, his soul as an offering to the Gods. His blood dripped onto a flat white rock as he leaned against it and took his last breath.

A God upon coming across such misery, visited the Lake and bonded Marcus's soul to it. The body soon turned to ash upon his touch and melded with nature, a reminder that he will always be remembered within Arcana. Dipping his hand in the mortal's blood, he wrote.

That was the first and last prophecy Arcana ever witnessed. A promise of balance and peace. A promise that the One will arrive and shall establish harmony.

A warrior.

A fighter.

A hero.