GENESIS: The Forgotten Legend
Come with me, modern traveler, back to a time that has been shrouded by mystery. Back to an ancient legend that has been mostly forgotten. Or at the very least...
Distorted.
Long ago, before the ancient civilizations of Greece and Rome, before the empires of Africa and Asia, there was the island of Halo, a kingdom, home to all the wizards and witches around the world.
The magic was so complex compared to what the wizards and witches know today, that many who had heard of Halo believed it to be myth. It was whispered by all that spoke of Halo that there were cures for werewolves and vampires, use of wand less magic and magical vehicles thousands times faster even that of the fastest broom to date.
Halo was also deemed to be a harmonious world and for a time it was. For almost a millennium, the kingdom went through a golden age of peace and prosperity. No one suffered or wanted for anything but that could only last so long.
As the kingdom of Halo grew and prospered, many coveted the throne and the power the King of Halo yields. This, of course, led to many civil wars; the kind of wars both the modern wizarding and muggle worlds has yet to see.
Until, finally, there was no more war; after a half century of it. The people of Halo at last lived in peace again. But like the calm before the storm, a great flood swallowed Halo whole the next day and it was never seen or found again. Those who have survived remembered Halo as the lost empire but even the mere whisper of such an evolved society was soon silenced and Halo was forgotten as time passed.
But little did any one know; a grief-stricken king watched as his daughter was pulled towards a blinding light. The light that is the source of Halo's magic.
With the combination of the royal princess's ancient bloodline and the light's energy, a temporary force field made up of the four elements of nature was built around the kingdom and it protected Halo long enough so that the island was ensconced in the darkest corner of the ocean, where Halo still thrives today.
The princess was never returned to the king and it was believed by all Haloians that as the king wept salty tears for his daughter, the light that is now Halo's sun wept hard, jagged crystals. With the crystals scattered all over the island, each Haloian has come to carry a small, glowing crystal around his or her neck, in memory of the princess who sacrificed her life for her people. With their own natural magic and the ancient powers each crystal possessed, the Haloians became a very powerful people.
In an air pocket at the base of an underwater dormant volcano, a civilization is sheltered and nourished and there has never been a more ideal, utopian society since...