The island of Vytal has a history of its own just as long as Remnant itself. While many know this island to be the marking place for the end of the Great War, very few people know of the mass culture and beliefs that started there.

Vytal was inhabited long before Kingdoms were built up. Being an island, there wasn't much Grimm roaming around. If it hadn't of been for that, the city built there would have been lost to the creatures of the night for its lack of boarders and walls to keep them out. It was definitely by chance that this land became a home for many travelers. One change to anything in its history and the island would have been lost and succumbed to failure like many other attempts with expansions or setting up the start of a Kingdom.

But as luck may have it, it grew and grew. The lights that brought about success never flicker nor did they ever fade. The island of Vytal was becoming a world of its own.

Before it became a symbol for peace once the Great War ended and a cease fire by all four Kingdoms was called on its soil, the place was already the most peaceful place on all of Remnant. Lien has never been used on its ground and most likely never will be. Even now the people born and raised there trade rather than spend to get things. They trade goods for goods, work for work, work for goods, or vice versa.

If you needed help, someone would aid you rather than just passing by and letting you go on about your business. This small island and its seven even smaller neighboring islands were built on the caring and compassion of others and everyone wanted to keep it that way. Most of the time that is.

Many Vytalians had never even seen a weapon either, aside from those who lived through the Great War who were either dead, didn't remember, or too old to tell the stories without getting winded. The mere thought of violence made some of their stomachs churn. Fighting was greatly looked down upon and for those who acted in such ways were shunned or considered a disgrace for years to come.

Even killing was against their belief. Animals were rarely killed for food, the main time being for the celebration of the Day of Peace in commemoration for the lives lost during the Great War and the end of all the bloodshed. That was the only time the people of Vytal as a whole would eat meat. Other days which they fished or hunted was on a birthday or any other kind of special day, other than that, they farmed and grew fruits. They literally lived off the land without harming anything. There wasn't over production to harm the environment and no one ever starved. If a homeless man was on the streets, he would most likely be brought in by a family and given a bowl of rice with a cup of warm tea.

The thing that mostly separate Vytal from the rest of Remnant was the technical aspects of it. While Mantle was busy giving the rest of the world the Cross Continental Transit system, the small forgotten island staid where it was. It wanted no part of these machines powered by Dust and the people full heartily agreed. Because with power, corruption grows darker. While others were creating businesses and buildings, Vytalians were farming with handmade plows in small homes built from hand. The world of Remnant was changing into an air conditioned zone while Vytal hid among the shadows, keeping an old forgotten language alive while teaching the true values of life and protecting peace as much as they could.

In a sense, Vytal was falling behind but in another way, it was far more advanced than any other Kingdom or landmass. Very few grew ill with homemade remedies and their healthy diet. No one ever starved with the kindness of others. Children laughed and went to school with lunches made by their mothers or fathers. Parents worked in the field and children were happy to help whenever they could. This island was the closest thing to perfection.

And then, Atlas soldiers stormed the place.

It wasn't anywhere near an act of war, it was a far cry from it. Mantle, being the advanced Kingdom it was, wanted more land for development and Vytal, even though it was closer to the Kingdom of Vale's boarders, was in the perfect position.

Not only that, Vytal's soil was filled with Dust crystals. If the people there wanted to, the could create a mining industry there and grow quite possibly into a small Mantle. Instead though, they kept Dust burried deep into the ground which nourished the plant growth and kept the land fertile and full of life. Atlas' scientist couldn't of disagreed more.

So the great general, James Ironwood, sent in several infantries of two hundred and fifty soldiers, each with a captain in command, to take over this island and use the land to his own advantages. He wanted to fully use the resources laid out in front of all the Vytalians which they, in his eyes, completely wasted. They could do so much with the Dust underneath the surface, yet they did absolutely nothing with it.

Now a days, there are soldiers posted on every dirt road. You can't even so much as go half an hour with out spotting someone in uniform. While most of the troops kept to their code, trying to peacefully get the people of Vytal to allow them to come in and mine the Dust and put outpost on the land, a few of them would abuse their power of authority. And while most of the people on the island kept to their culture that ran back thousands of years ago, letting the soldiers do as they please with no violence in retaliation, there was one girl who couldn't help but defy them more than any being on the planet.

"Kagami!" A woman's voice called out, breaking the peaceful sound of of birds singing in the distance. Even the crisp air seemed to stop its breeze as she spoke up.

Hearing her name being called, a young fourteen year old girl shifted underneath the thick and warm blanket she was under. It wasn't night time, it was actually early in the morning. And she wasn't in a bed, she was laying on several bales of straw. In fact, she was suppose to be sweeping out the shed she was napping inside at the moment.

"Kagami!" The voice snapped again, making the covered girl groan a little more while curling up. Just as she was about to drift off again, she yelped as she was pushed off the straw, the blanket being torn from her grasp.

Glaring down with her arms crossed and blanket over one arm, Midori, tossed a broom at Kagami. She then gave a smile, brushing a few loose strands of her green hair behind her ear. "Aren't you suppose to be doing your chores?" She asked calmly, once again running her fingers through her hair, this time over a highlight of a lighter shade of green.

"No?" Kagami sat up with a groan, the broom leaning over her chest as she rubbed her eyes and her pale jade hair fell around her face. She looked up, blinking a few times before going back and rubbing her eyes again with a yawn. "I'm suppose to be sleeping, mom."

With a faint chuckle, her mother knelt down in front of her, her long ponytail trailing into the floor as she did so. "Kagami?" She held out her arm, placing her hand on the mess of green on her daughter's head. "While your father is farming and I am cleaning the house, I thought I told you to clean out the shed and go get your father's ceramonial tea cup and some bread from town when you were done?"

With a groan, Kagami pulled back, patting down her hair and sticking out her tongue. "I was! I just was taking a small little nap. I don't see why dad's birthday is so special that the house has to be clean and he needs a spcial tea cup and bla bla bla." She let her head drop down with another groan.

Midori couldn't help but chuckle again as she stood up. She wasn't like normal woman on Vytal. While most mainly cleaned the house and cooked, she worked in fields as well. She especially loved delivering fruits across the water in a boat to the smaller neighboring islands. That, and she didn't dress like the rest of them. Many wore dresses or skirts, but she always had on a pair of black pants that showed her curves, what most people outside of Vytal's boarders would call a bra with green trimming on the sides and cloth wrapped up around her arms and underneath her top around her chest to allow her stomach to show. And when it wasn't dirty, she would wear a green scarf tied across her waist.

She was beautiful, there was no denying that. Even without makeup, which no Vytalian ever used let alone heard of, she was stunning. Her eyelashes were as long as the ocean was deep. Her eyes constantly sparked with stars in a pale green sky. Her skin, though extremely white for all the time she spent outside, was as soft as a rock smoothed down by water for several years. She was skinny, yet it was a stunning type of skinny. She looked frail and weak but in reality, she could lift as much as a man any day. Midori, looked like a goddess. There was no other way to put it.

"Kagami, it's tradition. He is turning half a century old today." She started, about to go on but she was cut off from her daughter who looked up.

"Well why's he so old then? All the kids at school think he's my grandpa. It's embarrassing when I have to tell them he's my dad." She slowly looked back down, staring at the broom and dirty floor she was sitting on.

"Kagami." Her mother said again, her eyes narrowing a little before softening up. "Please, clean up in here and then go get what I asked?" She turned on her heels as she started to walk out, her hips swaying. "And if you behave for once," She glanced back. "And not aggrivate those soldiers in town, I have a surprise for you."

"A... surprise?" She blinked a few times, looking back up as her mother walked out. "For me? What kind of surprise?" She started to smile, jumping up to her feet with glee on her face.

"I'll tell you when you's done with your chorse." Midori said again before disappearing from Kagami's sight.

With a deep and heavy groan, said child stuck out her tongue at the door before she started to sweep. She grumbled a bit, her head sinking down. "Stupid Atlas soldiers always start it though." She mumbled to herself. "Before they showed up, Grimm didn't even come and try to attack us. Now they are all over." She took a deep breath before letting out a sigh mixed with a groan.

It wouldn't take her long to sweep, and if she ran to town, perhaps she could make it back in time and take another nap. Even with her mother's special sleeping tea, she always had trouble going to sleep and staying asleep which made her constantly tired and exhausted.

For now though, she had to do her work. As much as she didn't want to, she would do it. It was how she was raised. Of course she was the laziest person in all of history, but if she wanted to, she could work like a machine with its off switch broken.