Long ago, there was the formation of 4 kingdoms. The kingdom of Sol, that ruled over light, and had the power to give heal and create life. The kingdom of The Dark lands, that ruled over the dead, and dark aspects of the world, having the abilities of decay, destruction, dark arts and necromancy. And the two other kingdoms of Blaze, the kingdom of fire, and of Tide, the kingdom of water. Once, they all lived in harmony. But The darklands thought of Sol as too bright, and Sol thought of the darklands as too destructive and dangerous. The queen of Sol made a border, sealing night from day, dark from light, a boundary they are forbidden to cross. But once every few moons, all the kingdoms come together for a ball, a meeting call, in the center of each kingdom. . . . Keiran is wandering the ball room, avoiding having to make conversation as best he can, sticking close to the walls, and occasionally greeting guests or begrudgingly bowing to other royals. His parents are watching, he has to act like a prince. Then he spots someone across the room, he almost has to squint. Someone so radiant that it lit the whole room. It was slightly annoying. He'd never seen her in person, the princess of Sol.

"Great."

he grumbles, though he was slightly curious.