Disclaimer: I do not own Magi the Labyrinth of Magic

Prologue

No one has ever been to the island Storm Rohirr. This island was villagers who refused to ever wield a sword or be turned into slaves.

The surviving villagers could still remember the days before there village turned to smoldering ashes. A young boy was carrying a basket of fish he found by the river, his sister was pulling papyrus. There mother, the wife of a soldier, was peeling potatoes for her children.

There was a dungeon in this little village. It showed up one hundred years ago. Dungeons showed up all over the world. It was said that there was only a few dungeons left in the world. After the last dungeon was seized everyone thought it would stay that way. There would be no more dungeon capturer's and no more war. The first dungeon showed up here; no one knew why. People from all over the world walked into the dungeon to try to capture it. No one in the village knows what's in this dungeon. It a person enters a dungeon they can never come out. When a person clears a dungeon, it would vanish. That was the rules of the dungeon, but not for this one. Three people have cleared the same dungeon. Each one said the dungeon was different for all of them. Their names were Adom, Akila, and Haji.