It was some time ago, they say, in a kingdom that has since fallen to ash. An island kingdom at the center of the sea, water so crystal clear you could see every rainbow-colored fish that swam beneath the waves. It was the crown jewel of that part of the world, boasting a thriving economy and elegant architecture. The king was a fair man and his subjects did not want for anything; even the poorest of them did not live a harsh life. The kingdom, known as I'lethadina, was considered a paradise in its glory, but now its ruins are avoided by all, its shores empty and its streets haunted with the echoes of the past.
Its downfall is a story written with steel and lace, demon blood and a forbidden romance.
So they say.