Destined for the mad King

For thousands of years, the rulers of the world were those born with innate magical abilities. Those who could command water or fire reigned supreme atop the food chain.

In a world divided into three; the Water Tribe, the Fire Tribe, and those without abilities. The last were scarcely fit to be called a tribe at all. For generations uncounted, the unarmed had bowed in service to the powerful.

No one foresaw the rise of the Mad King, who unearthed the source of all magic, shattered it, and brought an end to the age of cultivation, ushering the nameless into power.

Suddenly, possessing magic became a mark of shame.

Survival became the only law.



"Diana, listen to Mother," the woman said urgently. "Now that we must hide, marrying the Mad King is our only path. Your brother’s skills grow stronger; the entire clan will endure. We will rise again to take revenge and save you."

She spoke to her daughter, a girl born without a shred of innate power; once the clan's greatest shame, now its only hope of salvation.



"Mother, the Mad King has already taken ten wives," Diana said, her voice trembling. "None survived longer than seven days. Will my brothers and the clan rise to seek revenge the very next day after my wedding?"

She frowned, bitter and heartbroken How could she not understand that marrying the Mad King meant certain death?

Unfortunately, no matter how unwilling she was, for the survival of her entire clan, she was destined to marry the Mad King.