Yamara_Cruz

Iris had grown up in the Temple of Four Stations with only one wish, to be the High Priestess and follow the generous teachings of her Temple. Unfortunately for her, just when everything seemed to be going in her favor havoc ensued. After many tense filled years, The Unholy War broke between her country and the four countries that shared boarders with it. The Silent Darkness that poured from dark magic and it's innumerable spells shattered the Earths frágil balance. She only had one choice, she had to give up herself and everything she knew, for the country and it's inhabitants in order to protect everything and everyone she ever loved. -Two hundred years later- Prince Matthew was the only true heir to the throne of a shattered kingdom. Kings of the Beast Clans all fought for that same throne and all he knew was war and it's losses. The one and only thing that kept him going was the unclear prophecy that one day he would meet his fated Mate and together they would end the Wars between Men and Beasts alike. Hope was all that was left for him in a dark and lonely world.

The world of Luanar is ruled by Marks and Gifts. Family lines that are so old they date thousands of years and hold respect and those that are new and fresh but powerful. Both the Families and their Marks or Gifts are catagorized in different hierarchies and must be respected or looked down upon. "She has four Marks and...and four Gifts sire." The old woman whispered in a trembling voice. The man before her frowned in thought. "I see." Was the man's only response before he nodded and a swift blade cut through the frail old woman's neck. Thud. Thud. Thud. Her head bounced three time on the cold stone floor before it rolled to the dark damp corner of her cell. "I wish I could have done more...I wish ." The old woman thought, her pale cheek against the damp stones and her conscious slowly fading to black as death finally took her.