Elanavia, the island kingdom of magic and demi-human species, was an island surrounded by many like it, but the thing that elevated it above the rest was its bubbly queen of optimism. Elana–the seventh, a demi-djinn of no true form, only spirit. She'd granted happiness to her people by merely thinking of it, she'd made their fields ripe as they can be and their offsprings healthy and just as bubbly.
So then why? Why would there be discord amongst the councilmen and other royalty? The answer was simple, there's a special poison in utopia–the poison of satisfaction that strips the joys gained when achieving something through hardship.
'These people…' Looking around as the deceptively human-looking demis walked Raven and his party through the streets, the mage couldn't help but feel something eerie about the smile and the waves from the islanders.
