People had been diverse and scattered across the lands and water. Pirates had killed, tyrants had ruled the cities, tribes had aught to kill. For centuries, they remain in this state until the "Celestial Beings" came down upon them. The unnamed land had been kept and unified by the Gods. Each had their own nation: The God of Memories had "Priradonia", God of Music had "Aomori", The Lord of Grace had "The Altus", and the Numen of "Aernas".

The people of each nation cherished their Gods, worshipping them day and night... except for "Rabstvo" and its God of Slavery.

Legends say that the God of Music sealed him off with the Lord of Grace, forever locked with their dying nations to be in deep sleep and to be with the land and soil. The reasoning that he gave was that the two were too greedy and selfish, though he did not have proof.

"May the Gods look down on me, but never will they look down on my abilities" The God of Slavery said. Then so, the island fell into destruction within hours. Gods fell to the ground, history was erased. Aomori, was thrown into eternal frost. Priradonia's reality, torn. Aernas, erased from the map.

"Rumors say that The Land of Music had been cut quiet. No one had come back there since that day their instruments were worn out and destroyed."

"Priradonia had been in ruins for quite a while now. Ruins? no, no. It was perfectly fine. Fine? It was ruled over by a tyrant queen when we got there. How come you have those ideas of that nation? It was lively and festive when I came there!"

"Where are we going? To "Aernas", what kind of a city is that? I don't know what you are talking about at all."

"Is this... the end? "Fin", is that it? I wont let that happen, not as long as I live" a loyal follower of the God of Music had taken an oath to himself, to revive the lost nations.

He dug into the frozen soil to discover, a library door. Sticks, cloth, and some stones, gave him a torch. It took his thin body to open the doors, and when he did he fell to the floor... hitting his head. Kaori stood up and noticed unlit torches and spent hours attempting to light them all up, burning himself at least six times during the process.

When all the torches were lit up, he found thousands of books on the floor and shelves. He took one and started reading... though he could not read the characters written on each pages... So he took another set of hours looking for a book that can translate it for him.

"This is one way to revive the lost nations..."