The war on Avure didn't begin with swords of bloodshed, but with whispers. With ancient words that were spoken in the forgotten tongues of the stars.

  It was said that before the Shattered Isles were torn apart, before the planet of Avure was destroyed by greedy kings, there was a time of peace. The Ember Shard, a object made by the world's raw magic, was found by the Luminar. The Luminar, a race made of starlight at the deep seas, had guarded the peace. The Shard was like nothing they had ever seen.

  The Ember Shard's power could affect reality itself. It could heal broken lands, but also burn them into nothing. It could shape time, bend light, and even influence the elements. However that great power was never meant to be uncovered. It should have stayed, buried, in the lands. To be held by something living, speaking, breathing, was dangerous. The Shard was to powerful, to uncontrollable.

  The Luminar thought that the Shard would help them keep peace and prosperity. But an ancient race of shadow-weilders, often referred to as the Shaveils, also sought it's power. The Shaveils believed the Shard to be the key to bend the world at their will.

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  A war erupted, a war that wasn't just over the Shard, but also over the future of Avure itself. The Luminar fought to protect while the Shaveils were intent on destruction. The battle destroyed the Shattered Isles, tearing apart cities and landscapes. The sea turned black, the land cracked, and the sky burned down.

  Just when it seemed that both the Luminar and the Shaveils would be consumed, the Ember Shard vanished. It sank beneath the ruins of a forgotten island, buried so deep that the ocean itself seemed to swallow it whole.

  Those who had fought for it, the Luminar and the humans, escaped to nearby continents. The Shaveils and other ones fighting to destroy the world also left the Shattered Isles. Both sides agreed never to speak of the Ember Shard again, yet whispers of it still lingered, passed down from family member to family member. They spoke in hushed tones of a time when the Ember Shard would come back, when it would return. They said when the next big war was fought, when the world was divided yet again, the power of the Ember Shard would either save or destroy everything.