Prologue
Big Bang?
Yes, indeed, it is marvelous. A world of magic, a world of splendor, a world of wonders, a world of war. The land where immortal citizens go about their lives happily, and wars only occur, on average, every 1000 years, and even then, that's only between two countries. The green grasslands rolled hill after hill, and the cities sparkled as if they were, in themselves, celestial. Small towns were homely. Big cities were thriving and peaceful. Utopia at it's best.
Those weren't the only feats the mystical planet held for it's own. As well as being the very center of the universe, literally, this leads to another obvious conclusion.
It was the start of the universe.
In the beginning, there was only a future. A future of souls wishing to be free, wishing to live, wishing for all the magic Arcadia promised them. Time looped itself and finally broke into another dimension: space. Space expanded, and matter created itself forming from random elements that the souls created. This matter built up and up, and before long, a planet was there, burning away at itself and creating landmasses.
They needed light, so the souls created stars.
These souls merged to become a divine entity the Arcadians know as Ceribeld. Ceribeld continued creating the universe, while focusing on the works of Arcadia. Water was created. Soon enough, the planet was with plants. These plants needed energy, and thus, oxygen. Ceribeld created animals, but first in this order, he created the very beings to live on the planet, the Arcadians. Live grew primitively as expected from there.
After long enough, however, Ceribeld tried again to create three more civilized worlds. These worlds were Tohasu, Ab'Lyeoch, and Raikaliot. The former of them would later be called Earth by their own inhabitants. Arcadians, in connection with their god, grew angry and demanded higher privileges. Ceribeld finally gave in and blessed the Arcadians with the gift that would set them apart from any other planet at the time; magic. Then again, all of the former has simply been common religion among Arcadia, but afterwards is documented history. Magic is no lie.
This might be too big a privilege, maybe?
Indeed, as war broke out across Arcadia. Millions of people fought for sovereignty. The very world was in danger. War carried on for years, and the world grew weaker as they drew upon it's power. Soon, only one person would know of the impending doom, a Kymil Arcadia, one of the firstborn on the planet, and still the current ruler of most of the land.
He united the people to his cause, and they finally joined together and built a tower of mammoth proportions, dwarfing over the land and casting a shadow that nowadays causes, by tradition, people to cease all fighting when it is over them. The shadow represents the past mistakes. This tower was to be dubbed the Tower of Ceribeld.
However, that is not the tower's only purpose.
The tower serves to seal all dangerous magic in the realms, and punish those who attempt to defy it. A mind of it's own, however sentient.
So the Arcadians lived on, and finally agreed to unite under Lord Kymil Arcadia. Life carried on as normal for thousands upon thousands of tranquil years. Magitechnology peaked in power, and there seemed to be nothing the one nation of Arcadia could not do. However, not everyone was fond of the Magitechnology.
Atheist rebels, calling themselves Engaealeia, or more commonly today, Engaleia, finally struck out and fought against the Arcadians. This wouldn't be a threat if one of the rebel leaders was the person who had built the core of the Tower of Ceribeld. They unlocked power to them and devastated the Arcadians. However, they were still not quite enough and held a mass exodus across the ocean to the uninhabited Second Continent. Peace eventually followed. However, thousands of years later, and at a very different place, something else was happening.