There once was a time when magic and wonders flowed through and within the living.
A time in which, if someone knew how to find the proper sources, and with practice and will, they could channel that energy and perform acts of wonder.
In time, given the greed of gods and mortal men, the sources were depleted.
But, alas, there was a place, an island, where the sources were still strong and alive, where they never ceased to linger on.
They were so powerful, so alive, that its power led mighty sorcerers, and shaped magical
creatures, which were not bound by the laws of mortals.
In that Island there was a thriving kingdom. Yet one day, a new ruler came to power: a mad king.
Obsessed and paranoid, he thought his subjects laughed at him behind his back. He thought that when he was not watching, they took advantage by resting, fooling around and unleashing their innermost passions. He even went to think they work the least in order to pay less taxes and tributes they owed to him.
Consumed and tormented by those thoughts, filled with rage, one day he called the best sorcerers in court. They were to cast a powerful spell that would remove the will from his villagers and would banish their passions and lust.
The chosen sorcerers faithfully gathered all their powers in order to perform their duty. But such vast power did the sorcerers require and amount from the sources that it went out of control.
The spell not only sucked out and removed the passion and lust from the villagers, but also from all living beings on the island.
First it was the animals, but the people stopped reproducing too.
Facing extinction, the sorcerers once more resorted to their dark arts and managed to created a cloning system to endure and prevent extinction.
Centuries passed and nobody on the Island neither remembered nor knew any other way to endure. The kingdom stood still, and it only changed because of deterioration from repetition.
Centuries had passed, yet the energy of passion and lust were not fully destroyed, it just lay dormant away from the living. Then it joined itself and became aware, and once aware did the will to return to its rightful place arise.
It then took physical form and waited, and waited, and waited, until it were to find the proper Champion who would set all things right where they belonged…
