This is a necessary chapter. It explains the small powers within this universe, what has happened to it, how things were formed.
The world of Achatalo is very different to yours and mine. Across the land, there were several clans each with their own unique qualities. The clans each took pride over a separate piece of land, and we're strictly
forbidden to ever speak to another. The very thought, these days, would make your skin crawl at the deadly consequences. The land that the clans owned was varied, but it kept peace this way, no land could be fought over because no more land was needed. The clans had not particular person in power, and the people were isolated from each other. It wasn't always this way though...
The clans used to be united; they lived as one civilisation of people. One nation. One community. Everyone lived in steady peace. It was this that made the planet strong, the same way our society on Earth has proved so very effective, so useful for sharing ideas and new technologies. Their community wasn't very advanced, no where near the rule of our - discoveries, but made up for all of it with the use of their own...forces of nature. The materials that made their sun blue, made the land glow with the pride of the people, the very thing that makes a person's soul. They new little in the way of power - no government, no ruler, and therefore - no war.
That was - until Kar-San arrived.
Kar-San, as it stood, was a powerful being of darkness and destruction. For the several sins he displayed, he was punished with dark, evil powers which only made him more violent and control-seeking. His flame was from the element of Satan himself, his blood-red eyes portraying a glimpse of the fiery depths of Hell. From the day he came, he forged and clawed his way to power, defeating and conquering the people one by one. Those who denied were punished, punished in a way that made the population dwindle. Those who accepted - willingly, even - were rewarded with a place in his expanded army. It was those who wanted to have an empire to fight for, a world where only those powerful were in command, and left the pure people to suffer.
There is one thing you should know: him and his army have black blood, blood that cannot be cured, rotted, even, and the pure people of Achatalo have red blood. The black blood represents that their demon has been awakened, and their souls were mostly if not entirely consumed in succumbing darkness. The Lord sometimes turned the Mystics into black-blooded, and awaken their demons to become part of his army. Being called a Red is basically a compliment, because it means you are heart-felt, and you have a soul to express.
Over time, the republic scattered in fear and formed 6 large clans, each with a strict purpose to serve him. One clan brought in gold. Another would harvest food. Every time a clan failed to deliver well enough, they would be tracked down and everything they'd built would be destroyed. He had ensured that the fire he lit would be one that was never, ever, extinguished.
Clan Mestino - clan of medicine and potions. They kept to themselves and only shared resources where necessary.
Clan Sarmendo - clan of peace, where everyone lived in gentle harmony.
Clan Giento - clan of riches, a wealthy society. They also had no interest in sharing.
Clan Obligary - This was a strange one. They had their own powers, making them exceedingly unusual among the people. It was the clan of truth, future and could create any kind of illusion you can imagine.
Clan Ressindo - clan of power. They had control over a lot of the harvesting, a lot of the money, and the highest investing clan in San's army.
Clan Hastacri - clan of craft, kindness and harvest was very peculiar. They were the only clan to have access to communication with other villages, keeping peace between the clans
and finally, for the city of Kar-San's followers, the City of Crisseldo - city of crystals and tradition.
The world seemed to splinter and crack beneath the feet of the civilization. They follow instructions to serve, serve him and him only.
Since then, a determined and cunning rebellion has hatched, being granted great powers by the many Gods they believe are sworn to help their cause. The Gods against the Devil himself. The revolution held off the war from the people as long as they possibly could, to help and guide their fractured world to a new peace. They called their rebellion 'The Mystics'. They rebuilt the fallen communities, and filled the many holes in the families hearts. As well, their blood was blue, a delightful comparison to the Lord's army. A new dawn, to stitch the planet together. But this was not done behind blind eyes.
Of course, Kar-San was watching.
Kar-San ordered one if his guards to find the rebellion and report back to him as soon as he had information. He was told he would receive a hefty heap of gold, as well as a title that would put the guard directly at his side. Alas, the guard travelled for six days and nights before he found them. As he was told, he immediately reported back to San. He is still his greatest advisor.
Kar-San - or The Lord of Darkness, as he was now named - sent an army as colossal as and ocean, walking a path of fear and soon-coming destruction. The Mystics fought well, well indeed, but soon, one by one, they were tragically captured and dragged back to Kar-San's castle on the mountain. Still, one escaped. She was the only hope of the new dawn. Not that Kar-San knew that.
In his power there came a time when Kar-San wanted a queen. He searched the world to find a suitable wife to sit on a throne beside him in his deathly palace. He came to each clan demanding to search for a bride, and inspected all the huts and fields. Eventually, he arrived at clan Sarmendo. There he met a beautiful woman named Bezela, who he finally chose and took her back to his castle. Little did Kar-San know, she
was the last Mystic.