Realm of the Constellations

Long Ago there was a time when mankind existed above all other things, leaving an entire intergalactic world hidden from their gaze. However by the year 2015, mankind had become utterly consumed by materialistic greed, their government and laws had collapsed after many years of rioting and civil unrest. Disease and famine had swept the nation, leaving the once bountiful sea stained with oil, and the once sacred animals had all but become extinct, those that had not were hunted as food were scarce. Their once simple hearts were tainted by a materialistic need that overleaped all other desires, and when the money ran out it left hatred in its place.

There were those who anticipated the fate of earth and acted out to try and stop this forth coming destruction, these people were freedom fighters who sought to try and make mankind see the error of their ways, they were disregarded at best trouble makers and at worst terrorists. But the materialistic grip tightened and the world continued on as if nothing was wrong, ignoring the warning signs, when the ice burgs began to melt away, and the landscape changed into an ever bleaker shade of grey. But the politician’s smiles eroded away the people’s fears and they clung to the television remotes, as if it were an extra limb, lifesaving in some unknown way.

It was not so much fate, that decided to act at a whim, but some unknown forces that seemed to be looking in on earth, disappointed at how a once flourishing people, could succumb to this, surely there were those among them that could do better, if only they were given a second chance. And so it was that all that was once good in this world seemed to vanish from the earth under a cloud of darkness. Yet as with night, the stars shine on undaunted by things they do not understand. Acting as a beacon of hope, and so the people took to the stars, and a new age dawned the realm of the constellations.

There had always been whisperings of a people, aliens in glasses, peeking in on us, some said they were even among us, camouflaged, and belonging to a vortex or parallel universe that was far out of reach. And the stars did not disappoint, for a world existed unlike any other before it, consisting of eleven country’s all vastly different, yet alike with a common goal of peace. However even in the stars there were those who wished to spoil this illuminated perfection. The intergalactic people could be identified to which land they descended from by a special symbol or marking unique to that province.

The first land existing out in the vastness that spreading out along the galaxies was a country named Blessed Empire of the flame, in keeping with its name; it was set within a volcanic location that despite its vast size was for the majority derelict. This was not due to as one might expect, the difficulties of living in such a volatile landscape, but for the occupier of these flame ridden lands. A high priestess named Xanxia presided over these lands, more feared than respected. As with most people of the realm, she was characterized by her fiery nature, impatient she ruled her land with a iron fist.