Have you ever wondered what would happen if you travelled faster than the speed of light; Faster than light, the fastest thing known to mankind itself? Here is the answer. Beyond lies another plane of reality not unlike ours. Different, in smalls ways, but distinguishes it prominently from our world.

It is not a world of technology. Most of the technology in that world remains to be run by steam – And only one nation has the privileges of having such technology. However, the people of this world bear something else to make up for this lack; Magic. At the dawn of time for this world, magic fell upon like dust on the people, enchanting them, blessing them – Or some others might say, cursing them.

Soon, abilities became more prominent than the others, and they congregated, they bred among themselves and expanded into clans. Of course, with so many clans and so many magical abilities with varying degrees of power, there was war.

However, first let me name a few clans.

There are the Kythers to the West. Most of their magical abilities manifests in the form of fire, from simple conjuring of sparks, to the ability to call upon a firestorm to lay waste to a city. A war-like clan, they are separated further into many different, conflicting tribes, constantly trying to wipe each other out.

Then, the Iridonians to the East. A mysterious, secretive clan, little is known about their abilities. However, it is a commonly known fact that this clan is made up of spies and assassins. Many deduced that they have powers that allow them to change forms at will. Some say that they can vanish into thin air, others say that they are simply insubstantial like dust. What they truly were, few knew.

Jahovas, to the South. A peaceful clan, they keep to themselves. However, one might ask; Why has no one attacked them yet? Do not let the fact that they are peaceful people to fool you that they are powerless. Master of illusions, and glass. Most of the fools who have tried to attack them see a field of green grass – Quite impossible within the icy tundra of the south before they are ripped open by microscopic shards of glass.

Getting a bit long-winded, are we? Now, getting to the end, no need to get impatient ..

To the North.

The Archymadeus, a society far more advanced than the other tribes living within the land. What they wield compensates for their lack of magic, for these 'clockwork marvels', a magician might call amazes everyone else. They have weapons that fire further than any bow, and cause much more damage too. They fire black balls of destruction that causes even the strongest fortress to crumble. They ride in metal carriages that run faster than any horse, and fly in some artificial, metallic bird which they call an "aeroplane".

Whatever awe and respect they gain, they lost with one quality; Bloodthirst. They love dominance, and once they have their society organized into tiers and the army settled, they were sent to march on the other clans. The Archymadeus was a well-bonded society, not riddled by infighting, and at the present moment, they outnumbered the other clans five to one.

Last, but definitely not least were the Redroughts, right in the center of these four very distinct countries.

They ruled over a small country which prospered with lush fields, all year round. Feeding off the money-making business of tourism, what prompts another to a question is that; Why haven't they been invaded yet, with so much money and so little people? The answer is simple. The magical bloodline that runs through the females of the Royal Family is easily one of the – If not most powerful magic in the entire universe. The Wishsong.

The Wishsong, the power to simply erase something from existence, just by singing out the appropriate words required to do so.

The Wishsong, the power to make others bow down to you, just by singing, and willing it.

The Wishsong, a power so delicate even a slight difference between notes can bring one back from the maw of death, or pull one away from the gentle touch of life.

The others do not worry, for the Redroughts were a gentle, peace-loving people.

Only one power has been able to stand against it.

Far south, months of journey past the Jahovas and the stormy sea lies a small island entirely built upon water. What is known, is that there used to be another clan similar to the Redroughts in terms of personality called the Ducos. They bore the powers of Artistry, an ability not unlike the Wishsong, though the medium is instead of the user's voice, a pen and a paper.

However, during a freak accident two centuries involving great winds and high waves, every Duco was swept away in a desperate attempt to stop the powers of mother nature with their skills and defend their beloved city.

No one has heard from, or seen them since.

In recent times of turmoil, the Archymadeus Empire has stirred again. It has long ago set its eyes upon world domination, and the only thing that seemed to stand in his way were the Wishsingers – As the people who knew how to utilize the Wishsong was called. With its large reserve of scientists and researchers, they developed a strain of Malaria; One that only sucked the blood of those who had the power of the Wishsong in their veins.

Thus, one by one, the Wishsingers died.

Except for one.

Camilia Redrought, who was merely a newborn baby at that time was just in time saved by a song sung by her mother. The song spoke of how the Wishsong would be sealed within her, of how only by a series of rituals and means will it be unlocked again and roar within her stronger and brighter than every Wishsinger that ever lived. Thus, she was spared from the new strain of Malaria.

Now, the kingdom is under the rule of her father; Valindor Redrought. The Archymadeus war machine is marching ever so strongly towards the kingdom. This time, only the power of every mage clan joined together will repulse this army of bloodthirsty people. And perhaps one .. Artist.