There was once two worlds in harmony. They helped, not hindered. But then an ambitious prince took into his head a plan to take over the other world, Azirin, and join it with his current empire, Izilbain. And so, this foolish prince waged war upon Azirin, until Viiahs the Mage, separated the two worlds. To avoid future conflicts, the wizard wove a magic boundary between the parallel world. This border could only be crossed when great need fell upon both of them. As the prophecy goes: "Old bounds may only be crossed, when blood that fueled separation had been repaid, when the Reflection was reflected and the lost had been re-found."
Okay. I'll do the first page soon, hopefully today or tomorrow. Prologue's done c:
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