The end and the beginning
THE END AND THE BEGINNING
They say destiny is not written in ink, but in symbols. And in this world, those symbols burn, blaze, and rule.
Centuries ago, when the first Arcana rose from the shadows of chaos, reality bent beneath the weight of its power. One by one, the twenty-two Major Arcana took shape—not as mere cards sketched by human hands, but as living entities, bearers of order, change, destruction, and redemption.
They shaped the realms. They decided the laws.
In the darkest years of the pact, the feminine cards were silenced.
Justice was condemned for questioning the very laws she had helped create. Death was sealed away for bringing truths no one was ready to face. The Moon was accused of driving mad those who dared dream of freedom. The Star, of inspiring rebellion in the youngest hearts. The Empress, of wanting to rule without permission. And the High Priestess, of keeping secrets the Priest feared.
One by one, they were stripped of their names, cast into oblivion, turned into myths, heresies, or threats.
But destiny does not forget. And time, like the tarot, always turns.
For a long age, the Arcana coexisted in fragile balance, bound only by a tacit pact: that no kingdom would impose its vision upon another. But every pact is a rope pulled taut, and time has sharpened its ends.
Now, the realms prepare for war.
