“Run!”

War had struck.

The land of Rygsauf had dived abruptly into the deepest tides of havoc; destruction took its reign.

“They’re coming.”

All this began with the Siv’be.

Some called them mutants. Others called them 'misfortuned beings'.

“Don’t let them see you!”

Either way, there was only one thing that everyone could agree on: the Siv'be were not entirely human.

Nobody knew where they came from, or how their powers came to be. All that most people cared about was that they were not of their kind.

Firstly, there was their vastly different appearance.

“Oi! It’s one of them creepy blue scums!”

“Filth! Get after them!”

Then there was their ability to almost hypnotize you with one of their wide-eyed stares.

“Look back – no, don’t look back! Just run, Rinael!”

Always, they had been outcasts, inferior beings to the humans. Now they were taking a stand for themselves. The Siv’be Stand. They had an advantage, alright. Their skills in the control of elements and earth continued to be one of their unmatched traits. Their agility, intelligence, stamina – all so much better than a human’s. But they would soon be driven out, just like the elves.

“Where’d they go?”
”Down the alley! DOWN THERE!”

Elves, however, decided to retreat all by themselves. They were almost as powerful as the Siv’be, but would never have used their powers to such extent as to create a war. They preferred the quiet life; no drama. They’d moved to the north for a chance at this fabled peace and, as the war rippled to the edges of the forest, the elves were forced to travel yet again, even further north.

“Come on, we’ll make it. Together. Just keep up. Just keep running!”

“But what about Orlin? What about Reid?”

“They’re with Sharley, they’ll be fine.”

“But – ”

The humans still had more influence over the world. They were greater in numbers, and, as one, they could do anything. Their technology, their almost unanimous love for bloodshed, still conquered those who challenged them.

“You can’t run. You can’t hide.”

“Don’t listen to them, just keep running!”

“No, I can’t...”

“You can! Please Rinael...”

“I mustn’t... just let me go...”

“Don’t!”

“You can go. Just... please... let me go.”

“Not without you! Why aren’t you running?”

“Hah! We’ve got you! FILTH.”

“Don’t let them win!”

“It was fated. I’m... sorry.”

“Rinael.”

“Dayle... tell them... I’m sorry.”

“THEY CAN’T WIN!”

“They will win. Your kind will win. Let me go.”

“Scum. Let’s go.”

“NO.”

“Yes, I must. Goodbye...”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“You heard the freak. Let’s go.”

“But...”

“LET ME GO!”

“...”

The Siv’be Downfall happened almost as soon as the Siv’be Stand began. Humans had captured every one of their enemies, muting their unpredictable blasts of fire and raging waves with the Amulets. On every Siv’be neck shone a steel-coloured pendant in the shape of an upside-down teardrop. Inside these, the elements raged, imprisoned, but stayed clasped firmly around the Siv’be, draining them from their powers.

The king declared the Siv’be’s Banishment to the far, far east, to the tainted plains of Whaskir. This was to be named the Third Division. The division between the humans, the elves and the Siv’be. Only then, would Rygsauf be safe. Only then, everyone would be happy.

“But remember, Dayle...

I love you.”

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Confused? You should be. :P

This is just the prologue... so sorry if you find it horrible. Reviews are welcome. :D