Prologue Note: The World of OrosWelcome to the continent of Oros. In this land, your blood is your law. There are five great Kingdoms, but they are not equal.While others command fire and the earth, the Kingdom of Elyria is considered as the weakest, it is a nation of servants and healers who live under the shadow of the warrior kings.Power in Oros is measured from Level 1 to Level 5.The Five Great Kingdoms1. Kingdom of Elyria Power: Vitality (Healing) A level 1 healer can only fix small cuts and stop bleeding. But a Level 5 healer can bring someone back from the edge of death.2. Kingdom of Terran (The Earth Masters) Power: Earth magic. They are considered the wall that never breaks. A level 1 earth magic user can only turn their skin to become as hard as wood to block enemy hits and arrow. But a Level 5 earth magic user can cause massive earthquakes or summon mountains.3. Kingdom of Aquis (The Water Users) Power: Flow. They are fast, cold, and sometimes deadly. A Lev

Rhaegar's face was stone-cold as he stared at his mother, her chest was rising and falling weakly as the king weave the healing threads into her. Deep down, he blamed himself for every bit of this mess, the war that happened years ago, the fall of Elyria, his mother broken body. It was all because of him. He felt guilty every time he remember the story of what happened that eighteen years ago. The guilt knocked the wind out of him like a punch to the gut. He had not asked to be born with these three powers. He had not asked for the kingdoms to turn on each other, or for the blame to stick to him like a curse. An eighteen year old should not have to carry the weight of a shattered continent, but here he was, blaming himself for everything that has happened. He bit his lower lip hard and walked over to the high bed and leaned his back against it to steady himself. Even if they were able to unstilled him today, it might not matter. King Hadrian had shattered his essence first, th

In Groveward Academy, Draven was known as a legend for all the wrong reasons. He was not a noble and was not rich. He was just street-smart in a way that made everyone else feel dumb. If you needed any rare item, a spare uniform when yours got ruined, or even someone to put the right word with the tutor to fix a failing mark, you go to Draven. But he had one rule written in his book; nothing was free. You named your wager, you fight for it on the practice ground. Win, and whatever you wanted was yours. Lose, and he get to keep your stake and you walked away empty-handed. Sometimes, if he was in a rare good mood and liked your face, he might still hand over the prize after you lost. Most days, though, he did not.That was why the practice ground was already packed even though the afternoon session had barely ended. The wide stone platform was at the middle of the field, and below it was juniors who were fighting for to stay in the front row. Girls in clean Groveward uniform giggled

Rhaegar was still sleeping in his bed when his mother came into his room. The soft sound of the door opening pulled him out of his sleep. He blinked slowly, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes with the back of his hand. Seeing his mama there so early caught him off guard. This was always her prayer time. She never missed it for anything.He glanced at the wall clock. It was exactly six on the dot. Her prayers usually last until 6:30 AM.“Mom…” he muttered, sitting up. His voice still has a trace of sleep in it.She gave a small nod, but her face looked nervous, like she was about to lose her precious son. “Your father is waiting for you downstairs. It is time for the trip to the Fortress of Light.”Rhaegar was confused for a moment as he stared at her for a second. “He is waiting outside right now? So we can leave for the Fortress?”His mother nodded again. “Yes. Have you changed your mind about going?”He shook his head hard. “No. No! Not at all.” The words came out quick, but in