Just a note before you read; this chapter might seem confusing but you'll understand later ;)
Color was slowly drifting away from
the kingdoms of Seafara. Lonely currents whistled through the empty coral halls of Castle Winthera in the east.
In the west, buried deep in the Amazon beneath mangroves and murky waters lay Earsevi, a once beautiful underwater society connected deeply with Mother Earth. Now, it lay in ruins with very few surviving.
Up in the north, under layers upon layers of thick ice, was the amazing realm of Aquabali, its buildings made of soaring towers of quartz crystal and the bluest aquamarine.
And finally, many miles to the south, lay Fikalia, much the opposite. Its towers were made of molten lava rock and shiny green ember, the cities sprawled out over a vast undersea valley between four majestic volcanos.
It was said that the gods had no mercy during this time of death and famine. Or one of the Seafaran kingdoms betrayed their kin and attacked all of a sudden. No one knows for sure what exactly happened, all they know is that Seafara was never the same.
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Winthera (On Hold)
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