In the biggest kingdom of that era, a particular group of people lived among humanity; The Resitere’. They held dangerous and potential powers, every different kind divided into: heart-bender, wave-bender, fire-bender, air-bender and earth-bender, each one taking control over various elements. The Resitere were considered an humiliation, dangerous and scary, deserving a punishment for your sins, one of the reasons where they were forced to live outside the walls of the kingdom.

You happened to be one of them, a heart-bender, perhaps one of the very few left.

Walking inside the palace, you were requested to help heal the King, on the brink of death. Without sparing too much attention on your steps, since you were so focused on reading the symptoms, you bumped into someone, a tall figure towering over yours. There you met a pair of hazel irises, glaring down on you beneath a golden skull mask. You were completely unaware of him being the Prince. “Watch your steps, mylady.” The man grumbled.