(2200, Earth, Ruinhold.)

You were the son of Nyx, the Goddess of Death and ruler of the Heavenly Faction, but that was before she discarded you. She blamed you for the death of your father, Vetis, saying you tarnished the race of Heavenly beings.

You're now roaming the place known as "Earth", although it's not like how it was 200 years ago. It's dead, leaves are brown, and people are always fighting. You didn't really have any magic so you didn't know what to do.

While lost in thought you bump into a small blue eyed, girly looking boy who had the most beautiful long red hair you've ever seen.

"Watch where you're going! Wait a minute, you don't look like you're from here.."