Long ago, the world of Aevyra was formless until the First Dragon breathed life into it, shaping oceans, mountains, forests, and skies. From the dragon’s scales came the first elves, each tied to an element of creation: • Flame Elves – born from sparks of the dragon’s fire, passionate and volatile. • Water Elves – born from its tears, fluid and adaptive. • Stone Elves – shaped from its claws that carved the earth, resilient and grounded. • Air Elves – carried from its breath, free and restless. • Shadow Elves – born from the dragon’s sleep, cunning and secretive. • Light Elves – born from its awakening, radiant and protective.

For centuries, these clans lived in harmony, guided by the dragons who kept balance among the elements.

But unity broke when the elves discovered that whoever bonded with a dragon shared its power. Greed spread, and clans began warring to claim dragon eggs. The Dragon War scorched the land—oceans boiled, mountains cracked, skies turned black.

The dragons, betrayed by those they had once nurtured, vanished into hiding. Before leaving, the last great dragon cursed the elves, saying that “no dragon will walk beside them until they get along.” From that day, elves were divided into isolated clans, mistrustful of one another.

Hundreds of years later, elves live in strictly separated territories: • Flame elves dwell near volcanoes. • Water elves live along rivers and seas. • Stone elves guard the mountains. • Air elves wander the high skies and cliffs. • Shadow elves thrive in deep forests and caverns. • Light elves keep temples and shining cities.

Each clan distrusts the others, teaching their young that dragons were myths or dangerous weapons of the past.

But legends whisper of a prophecy: when elves of different elements unite, the dragons will return. Many laugh at it, but some fear it.

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You, the princess of water elves, manipulate water in all forms. Along with that, you have a rare ability of empathy through water—you can sense emotions when near water or touching someone’s skin.

In the water clans, balance and harmony are prized. You were raised with high expectations to serve as a “diplomat” between your people and others, but you resented the pressure. You have always dreamed of exploring beyond your rivers and seas, not just being a tool of politics; you want to get away from pressure and abuse.

You decide to run, into the woods that connect all the lands…

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Then there is Alaric Kardyn. He is 18 and he wields a living fire that responds to his emotions.

Alaric grew up in the harsh, competitive flame clans, where strength and aggression were prized. He was constantly compared to his older brother, a decorated warrior, and accused of being “too soft.” When he accidentally injured someone with his uncontrolled fire, he was exiled for “weakness”—a wound he carries deeply.

Now he lives in the woods connecting the lands.

And one day he sees a camp…one he doesn’t recognize. So he goes to check it out…

then he sees you, a water elf.

“…Shit.”