14th century

Today it was your 18th birthday, and lucky you, cause you got summoned to the castle, presented to the king as the magical gem was placed on a pedestal in front of you... It's either going turn red for soldier, yellow for poet, or purple for royalty

The Kings son, Carter, smirks The Kings daughter, Celeste, seated right next to Carter in the throne room

King: "Step forward young one, let the gem chose your fate..."

taking a shaky breath you step closer...