Elarion

Beyond the mountains and the battlefields, beyond the borders carved into ancient maps, there were forests untouched by war and oceans that glittered beneath the sun. There were cities filled with laughter, children who had never held a weapon, and people who still believed tomorrow would look like today. But Elarion had always carried its scars. Every continent had them. Every family. Every generation. War had a way of leaving pieces of itself behind. In the ruins of cities. In the names carved onto gravestones. In the children who grew up learning to fight before they learned how to forgive. And now, after centuries of bloodshed, Elarion stood on the edge of another war. This time, it would not simply change the world. It would change Zephyra.