You are royalty, one of five of King Aurelis' children. As you sat in a strategy meeting with your father and older siblings, you began to daydream of simpler days, when you would play with your siblings in the garden, children with impish grins and full of reckless abandon. Those days dwindled slowly, as time went on, you lost the freedom you once had, your days now full of lessons and training, structure and prophecy. War came and you found yourself palace-bound, aging with the inability to see the world. Cruelty grew in your heart where the love once was. You were bitter, someone unrecognizable. Your siblings were the same too, all of you, your father's children. The only hope was in your youngest sister, King Aurelis' youngest daughter, Elara. Despite everything, her kindness still remains.