Prologue
"Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness."
-Euripides
Where there is chaos, there is harmony. Where there is harmony, there is chaos...
In a world unlike any other, far out of reach from us, there exists a land of fantasy and the mystical. The name of this unique place is Equestria. Equestria has many special and foreign attributes that are completely different from the world that you and me know. For starters, there are five major races throughout the land. The Terra are a race of individuals who's physical innate abilities shine above others. They possess superhuman speed and strength, far superior than that of a peak human in our standards. The Caelum are individuals with breathtaking angelic like wings. They take to the sky as majestic flyers or fearless daredevils. Magus are special in that, where everyone has magic inside of them, they are one of the only 2 races capable of harnessing this power in a large and extremely skilled capacity. This allows them to cast spells as well as use other unique abilities. The fourth race is rarest, the Divinum. Divinum are rare to the point where there are only 1 of them out of every 200 people. A lot of them of are a higher class of society, many being leaders. What's makes them so special is that they haves the attributes of all three of the previous races. They have the superhuman speed and strength, angelic wings to fly with and are extremely capable magic users. The last race is Serpens. The descendant race of dragons. People who can breathe fire, can grow sharp teeth and claws when ready and their skin can harden into scales as light as feathers but as tough as steel. Some also can even fly.
These fives races live together in Equestria, the land where harmony rules. There are no wars and hasn't been any for centuries. There is no famine, everyone in Equestrian is kept well fed, even if someone can't feed themselves. There is no corruption or malice in the government and in the people...or so it is believed. There is no such thing as the perfect utopia. Somehow, there are always cracks for the bad things to slip through.
