[ WP ] A world that lay broken

*A long time ago, there was a land that was blessed by the Goddesses. * 
 It was fertile, bountiful, full of life. From the blue skies above to the lowest of grounds; active volcanoes and sleeping snowy mountains. Flowing crystal water, soil which could be tampered to create new materials and crafts. 
 Supervised by their divine eye, the Goddesses made sure that every bit was balanced accordingly and that there was nothing to be wasted, nothing that went missing. The population of the lands were happy, for they knew that anything they wished was at their reach, the simple necessities for a comfortable living were available to all and everyone. 
 Having witness their land's progress long enough, the Goddesses left their land towards their own not without leaving them with the energy needed to supervise and maintain that perfect balance. 
 
 
 
 The population grew, the people organized themselves and called their land Aethea,'Bountiful Gift'. 
 Aethea became more organized, with tribes adapting to the conditions each part of the land offered, creating kingdoms, tending the land each of them had agreed to take on. 
 In the end, they were all united by the desire to keep peace among each other. 
 But as it is expected, such can not last for too long. Beings of free will can also have thoughts of hatred and self destruction. Domination. Avarice. 
 
 
 Using a mystical energy of his own and starting a war among the nations in Aethea, he began his quest to conquer and rule upon all of the land, becoming not only King but God with the help of the energy left by the Goddesses. 
 Armed with valor, 6 warriors rose up - from commoner to noble knight - to fight against this menace that threatened their cherished peace and Holy Balance each representing a region and thus one of the energies that supported Aethea as it was. 
 The Quest was long, the battles and struggles vicious but in the end the Mythical Warriors were able to face their nemesis. 
 
 
 When their leader, the Knight of Ice, was to slain the perpetrator he was met with a shocking surprise: said enemy was a sibling of the one he loved the most and was also the Priestess in charge of keeping the 6 Energies chained together to obtain balance. Unable to hurt her in any way and fearing what may come, the Warriors cast upon a seal using their sealed energies to bring the Dark Lord to an end. He would not die, but be thrown away to an abyss, his power stripped away and encased in a Black Onyx. 
 
 The Warrior's battle was over, so was their life. 
 Unaware, the Central Kingdom of Aethea - which was the capital of all kingdoms and tribes - was too sealed in the void, it's faith unknown. 
 Ruins remain. 
 
 It has been 500 years since that Quest which defeated the Dark Lord, but while the efforts of the Mythical Warriors was suffice to stop the war the decay was too pronounced to detain. 
 The world lays broken, torn in uncertainty and unbalance. The elder kingdoms crumbling and the tribes struggling to survive. 
 
 
 
 In the Southern Ice tribe - barely covered in snow - a legend has been spread lately. One regarding the return of the Mythical Warriors to Aethea once it was at it's most dire. 
 
 In a small village of the Southern Ice tribe, a boy in tattered clothes begins to look around for his younger sister, unaware of the events that are to change his fate forever...
