In the land of Antreya, the people worked together to improve their civilization. Every day showed new challenges and progress towards life improvement; learning the magic of the land and how they can use it to improve everyday living.
Conflicts ran low, with only the occasional fight breaking out, and crime rate was at an all-time low. There were no factions, only populated areas full of Siopus, Reyt and Minoseus Antreyan’s living and working collectively.
The most popular job of the time was farming. This ranged from corn to wheat to sugar. Farmers turned out to be mostly Reyt’s, but there were still plenty of Siopus and Minoseus farmers as well. The stock trade was flourishing with all the food and the economy had been stabilized to where all citizens had a comfortable living life, with no person left without a home.
The travelers would make a new journey each week, traveling to a new city and passing by many villages to offer the goods from the farms, craftsmen, and fishermen to sell at reasonable, and often cheaper, prices. The job usually came with risk, but with the peaceful status Antreya was residing in, they had a carefree attitude and often wouldn’t hesitate to take up a job… at least, up until the first disappearance.
After over a year of peace residing over the land, reports started coming in. They would hear of travelers not arriving at their destination, caravans and carriages abandoned or destroyed, left on the road with all the belongings still scattered around, but not stolen. The people didn’t know what was worse: the fact that people were disappearing or that the attackers didn’t appear to have a motive.
More and more disaster scenes were found and reported over the couple weeks following the first disappearance, and then the true terror began. Without any warning, destruction began to commence in the largest city, known as Atogmarah! A giant hole had caved in on the surrounding defense wall with one swift attack and then people began to be killed by an unseen attacker. Through the chaos, nobody was able to help anybody other than themselves. Mothers who tried to gather their families to escape were often crushed, along with the children. The only people to have escaped were the ones who looked out for themselves and the lucky few families that lived on the other side of the city.
It took mere hours for the entire city to crumble in front of the eyes of the citizens, finalizing the defeat with the fall of their central tower. This was the beginning of the fall of Antreya. Unsure what just happened, or how to fight back, the citizens settled with the fact that they must travel to a nearby town and seek a new start, as well as warn them of what was happening.
A month had passed since the attack on Atogmarah and many villages have fallen victim to the same fate. With the population dwindling and the races beginning to blame each other for the attacks, fights and chaos ignited within the few cities that remained. After months of fighting, they had separated into three factions: Trelys, Resuin and Vyrocin. Each one was based on a belief and mindset, allowing any like-minded citizens in, regardless of race. Then, hope reigned.
A small group of people, led by nine magic masters and being a true follower of one of each god of Antreya, had begun to study and discover what was causing these attacks and what can be done to prevent further destruction and death. After being noticed by the remaining citizens of Antreya and being called “The Saints” by some and “The Great Nine” by others, the group and followers found a place to practice a mixture of magic that they hoped could stop the beasts.
It took only weeks for The Saints to find the answer to this mess, but the consequences remained unforeseen. They had found a way to use the magic within them and mix them together, creating an ultimate oprim attack. The followers of The Great Nine had been studying the locations and movements of the beasts, who they referred to as “Spirit Beasts” due to their characteristics and abilities. They never found where they came from, but they did learn of a meeting, of sorts, that took place with all reported beasts of the land.
On the day of the Spirit Beasts gathering, The Great Nine approached the sacred land with their followers to use their new found strength to stop this once and for all. Chanting quickly, in a few different languages, it all ended with a bright yellow flash. The remaining followers looked around and found that the spirit beasts remained, yet all, but one, of The Saints had vanished. The remaining saint was a Reyt within the Vyrocin faction who followed the god known as Cheity. Unsure what to do next, the followers attempted to attack the beasts with their own abilities and quickly found that they no longer possessed any magical properties.
As they began to look around for options, one Siopus shouted “Above us! This can’t be real!” All looked up, including the beasts, and what they saw was a new created land that was floating in the sky, held up by a large blue sparkling mist that none had seen before. Everybody focused again on the ground at the sound of the Saint chuckling.
Fear struck the remaining followers, expecting doom to follow their actions. At least, until they realized that the Saint and one of the beasts had yet to break eye contact. He walked up to the beast, a dragon in the center, and laid his hand gently on its neck. Audible gasps were spat out by the followers. That’s when everything changed and started the rebirth of Antreya.
The Reyt touched the spirit beast and continued to stare down with it and slowly turned back to his team with a smile. “It is time for the rebirth of Antreya. I have spoken with Lycrovyx here and they have agreed to stop attacking and would like to be left alone.”
Frozen, the followers of The Great Nine all just looked at him with horror in their eyes. It wasn’t until the remaining hidden Spirit Beasts made themselves visible, nodded to each other, and turned around to walk in different directions that the followers believed the statement.
With cheering they turned to leave. But as the Saint attempted to walk away from Lycrovyx, he once again stopped to turn to the beast. Silence fell and eyes stared, awaiting the next events. Then, in front of all the beasts and followers, the Saint and the Beast began to glow a bluish-green color before the Reyt disappeared and the beast appeared to be a fusion of the two and had gained a set of golden-brown wings. Without another word, Lycrovyx turned and flew up, away from the scene, heading toward the new land in the sky. The followers, unsure of what else they could do, turned to head back to the homeland so that they may inform the people of the recent events.