sanguine heart

The setting describes some unique races of hybrids, witches, dragons and more: starting on planet Aurorathia, once an inhospitable environment layered by a thick landscape cap of snow and ice. Undiscovered and hidden, now it's the protector to the fusion race that colonized it. Centuries passed with the collection of hybrids building a civilization on Aurorathia; they discovered this new world eons ago. The ancestors to the current rulers on Aurorthia had been washed out of their origin planet by war and force. Few barely escaped s*****y and death, but all suffered loss. Several dozen made an escape. For better or worse they escaped, by the sacrifice of a young lady who was crazy enough to try to use the planet's core as the energy source, a smooth, rounded, crimson and radiated gem. Allowing her to absorb its divine magic, to create a small threshold. Although successful, the immense strength needed to withstand the energy's control throughout their body was draining the life that created it; it stood held open just minutes besides the effort to enlong it's passageway. Cracks appeared, black and sharp they spread across air, the eolian crackle sliced their eardrums and warped the room around it. Right in front of wordless, amazed and terrified town folk. shimmered into existence like a mirage in the desert, crackling with raw energy. It was the result of a massive effort from lady Fëanoriel-vala Emerson, who had pooled all her resources to create it. The air around the gateway was thick with the hum of energy, and those who were near it felt the hair on the back of their necks stand up. How the heart of the planet was so magical? and how did they escape if no other planet could? Both explained by learning about the Emerson's family, fëanoriel-vala Emerson. (the planets gem was what they where looking for witch was bad that's why jts for better or worse.) at the time of the invasion, this woman existance went down in history for being blessed with a mutant gene creating her into a unbeatable hybrid with enchanted gifts like no one had ever seen, and hear the royal line began. the hybrids where a civil race and this family was no diffrent. so long story short this woman could create a writhed in thin air in hopes on the other side was somewhere there intruders could not follow. and for a while after her sacrifice to stay and fight for the safety of others as they excated around it looked sucsessful. for 3500-4800 years later the new planet was a sivalized domain of peace and happy colonists. To protect the village from harsh snow storms and some wild beats, the civilians created a moat and towering pillars made of hard snow, ice and stone with an overhanging wooden gate. Houses were made from wood and stone, whilst the castle in the centre of the land was ice, snow and stone. Luckily, the first adventurers of Aurorathia took note of the creachurs that were dangerous and safe to eat. They made a furror collection of journels about their new planet for their kin, and fortunately they did it so well. It wasn't much of a surprise to the hybrids that their planet would be taken over by the aliens Xalathrax. This race was curler than another species known to exist, the galexy. Their hatred for other forms of life excelled in the destruction of hundreds of planets, and those who survived went into s*****y to be tourchured and properly didn't live much longer than the others.. The evil didn't end with their actions, their appearance was enough for most races common folk to faint from fear. there slender imposing curved body, dark midnight scales imposing as skin, there tree like limbs with branching fingers, flexing the unsettling fluidity, piercing wide white cylinders for eyes, all supernachual beings would be a delight to see in compares to this race. there barely visible nose was almost as smooth as the rest of the head, it just frightened the face more, however still not as fearful as the mouth, the strikingly enormas jaw, that houses the jaguwire like teeth that glowed in dim light. long snake toungns would turn the stomach of even the bravest of onlookers. for the remaining of there body appearing transitory and seamless, appearing to be very well capable of slipping through thread like leaks in dimentions. Xalathrax is believed to be unstoppable by every race in the cosmos, all but the race of humble hybrids, known as the Emersons. The Xalathrax knew there was a possible opponent capable of stopping their domination. They had to find and destroy who ever could threaten them. Unknownly, by escaping their custody and appearing to be more intelligent, they had tipped off the warriors and made the Xalathrax leaders furious and prepared to venture and hunt their prey. The journey? The emotional reck that starts nearly 4800 years later starts here, in the icy castle walls of Aurorthia. From this point onwards in the story, you will be left in the hands of the unfledged Adya Emerson. The beginning days, the sun rose over another early morning, the slow calm wind breeze, sun beams lifting over white mountains, from space the planet looked like a fresh pearl; an ice-infested orb. hybrids of all specices adapted to this weather and dietary restrictions, hidden away in the middle of no where. quiet the village amd all the beings slept this morning without a fuss, and in her bedroom resting was Adya, this will be your main protagonist throughout this journy. what she like? gifted. sweet Adya is blessed and cursed with the same enchantments of her late ancestor thousnads of years before her. Adya's veins were filled with liquid soucries more enchanted than the previous genetic owner. acknowledged by Adyas early signs of unique skill as a toddler her pernats kept her safe in the walls of the castle. She wasn't a prisoner, she was just guarded when venturing outside the borders of their garden. It was undoubtable that Adya's magic was waiting to enlighten her with its talents and charms. Adya truly had the full potential to be so much more, so much stronger and wiser than so many other beings. If she was strong enough to control it. After all, her sad story would haunt her from the age of 12. Could she seriously overcome what awaits her; could she snap ?