The five kingdoms of the realm had been separated for ten millenia after the mountains rose. No one knew then what caused it, only that one day the five rivers separating the land had dried up and risen into towering peaks seperating the lands. The magic had only apeared after that, every person blessed according to their nation. It had been ten thousand years since then and no one had crossed the mountains since. Expeditions had been sent almost every decade, all lost before reaching the kingdom on the other side.

Floria, the western kingdom of earth magic.

Aqaiar, the southern kingdom with water magic.

Lavarior, the nothern kingdom blessed with fire magic.

Airvion, the eastern kingdom given air magic.

And the centeral kingdom of Rayvordia, not blessed with any magic.

Amelia Vesteria woke up on her 18th birthday in the early morning sunrise to violent rumbling. She tried to go back to bed. That was before she heard the village bells chiming relentlestly from the town square. Groggily, she pulled herself from her bed, rubbing her eyes until they stung. Amelia lived on the southern edge of Rayvordia, only a mile from the mountainline. She looked right, to where the mountainline had been for her entire life and far before, only to see the skyline dotted with trees beyond a river that could have been a mile wide itself.

She stood with the rest of the townsfolk, the world lit only by the barely risen sun and candles that townsfolk held in trembling hands.

"Hello all."

A cracking voice groaned into all of their ears.

"By dawn in a month's time, each of your villages is to send a representitive to the centre plinth of Rayvordia. That is where the Trials of the Realms will begin. Failure to do so with result in your immediate deaths."

With that the headache subsided and the voice exited their heads. All eyes turned to her in the morning sun.

Of course they did, she was the weird kid who always used sticks like swords and practiced every fighting technique she could learn. She was one of the only children in the village, and the only person at all between the age of 15 and 22.

"Amelia."

Her father's voice rang out from where he was stood on almost the other side of the group.