Power is defined by magic, those cursed with it are forced by their countries into servitude. Weapons of their kingdom. In a world were magic and technology coexist and blood shed soak the lands, I welcome you to a story of many. A story of violence, tragedy, love, drama and war. I welcome you to this fantasy world Where magic isn't seen as a blessing but a curse. Welcome to The Last Xieian. 〰〰 PREVIEW  Screams where heard, a few began running out, shields preventing them from leaving. Children a few teens trapped, facing hounds and foreign soldiers. In her side view she saw brown curls. Turning towards them a young girl stood her ground against the hounds. Her eyes had grasped her attention. The silver ring that held her iris was a pure sign of magic. But the determination in them was shocking. The hound roared and split its head to make her fear it. Instead she growled, staring it down. The hound took a step back but still growled. Making other hounds circle her.  She turned with the beasts, growling and never letting her guard down. "Are you seeing this." A fellow soldier spoke, standing beside her. Lethys did see it. Did see a child in colourful beads that covered her breasts, and silver silks that covered her lower region. Standing tall against these monsters. One leaped towards her and she ducked making it land over her and skid away. Like an animal she used her hands and feat to roll off and back up, staring at the others.