Christoph is the young prince of the Creedian empire, the strongest force on Luran, his life has been full of ease and promises of a grand golden future. Magique flows in his blood most of his peoples. Anyone without the innate ability to cast magic is lower in the caste, it's just how things are for the People of Credia. On the day Christoph was supposed to be declared the next emperor a dark turn of events transpire. Soon his world of white lies and pleasantry would fade showing him how the real world is for once. The following events after that day would lead to the young emperor making a decision that could bring about the bloodiest war Luran has seen in over a millennium.  Across the Tempest Range in the city-state of Rafton Nava lives a simple life of fishing and sail repair for her family's shop. Recently dreams have been bothering her sleep. Images of the storms above the mountains parting and something much more sinister emerging. Not having any clearer images then just that Nava has decided up until now to keep it quiet. Until one day something happens that puts the entire alliance of city-states into a state of confusion and turmoil. Nava has two choices, continue to run from her dreams or face the reality that presents itself. If you read this thank you for considering reading my story, it's my first ever written story so the plot might have some issues as well as the literature. I promise to try and make it entertaining for anyone and a fun read. - The Weazel