Chapter One - The World As We Know It

A long time ago, in a world very different to the one we know now, there lived a race of elves, known as the Mercery's. They knew no evil and rose above all pain and hatred. They were a group of very powerful and immortal 'humans'. They could experience all good human emotions - happiness, love, joy, but could not feel ones such as hatred, greed and self-pride. They could hate - but only through an act upon which their loved ones suffered. They were immortal creatures and the only way that they could die was if they were slain in battle. Still, the way had to be extremely precise. They had to be stabbed through the heart - for that was the one true thing they had compared to humans - a pure heart - no corruption. There was, as there were for most races, a supreme being, the legendary one. The Mercery's world - which was vaster than that of Earth - held only one of these.

The legendary one was a Mercery - born into the original group - the purest of all beings. His name was shrouded in mystery, yet his appearance was left up to the imagination. People who claimed to have seen him - and there were quite a few - all told of the same description of an elf. They all said that he possessed eyes the colour of the rippling sea and the endless sky, a supernatural blue. He was known to be the best gunblade fighter around in Gaia.

Gaia was a world populated by humans, sorceresses and monsters. Near enough the whole population of Gaia had searched for him, without succession. The legend goes that all the five sectors of Gaia had searched from the edges of the world to find the one and had all gathered in the centre, now known as Luca - or 'the high sector'. This is the world's capital and its legendary birth.