"Huh?
What happened? Where am I?" James muttered, his voice trembling as he stumbled to his feet. He squinted at the surroundings—a strange, shimmering expanse of green fields and towering crystalline trees that glowed faintly in the light of an unfamiliar sun.
"I was just walking home from school… and now… Is this another world? A world of magic and—"
"Hey, hey, hey! Stop right there!"
James spun around, startled by the commanding voice that interrupted his thoughts. Before him stood a figure cloaked in an ethereal aura, exuding an air of undeniable authority. The figure's eyes shimmered like starlight, and a faint hum of power radiated from them.
"You're not the one to tell the story of this world," the figure said, crossing its arms. "I am the Watcher, tasked with monitoring all that my liege has created. You have no right to speak of this realm. So, step aside before I decide to reincarnate you again!"
James gawked at the figure, his confusion mounting. "Reincarnate me again? What are you even talking about?!"
The Watcher sighed, clearly unimpressed. "Typical human. Always so full of questions. I've already granted you the chance of a lifetime, and this is how you greet me?"
The weight of the Watcher's words began to sink in, and James felt the reality of the situation pressing down on him. His legs trembled, but then instinct kicked in. Without a word, he turned and bolted, his heart pounding in his chest.
The Watcher watched James's frantic retreat with a bemused expression. "Humans. Always running. It's like a reflex." With a weary sigh, the Watcher turned their gaze back to the shimmering horizon. "Now, where was I?"
"Phew! Let's get back to the tale, shall we?" the Watcher muttered, shaking off the minor disruption. "Welcome to Blue Vedar."
The Watcher gestured to the world around them—a land of extraordinary beauty and untamed magic. "This planet, known as 7878B in my records, or Blue Vedar as its inhabitants call it, is ten times larger than Earth, its sister planet. It's a realm of wonders where dragons rule the skies, wyverns glide effortlessly on the wind, and leviathans reign supreme in the depths of vast, sapphire-blue oceans. Cyclopes roam the jagged mountains, their massive forms the stuff of legends."
A soft hum resonated as the Watcher extended a hand, conjuring an image of the planet in miniature. "Set in a medieval age, this world brims with enchantment and adventure. While Blue Vedar mirrors Earth in many ways, my liege added a unique twist. Here, the beings possess the ability to manipulate energy itself, creating objects and structures from thin air. You would call it magic, though it operates on principles closer to alchemy."
The shimmering image shifted, showing a village bustling with life. Beings of all kinds shaped their world with glowing hands, carving homes and crafting tools out of nothingness. "But power always demands a price. For every creation, a sacrifice must be made—be it physical energy, emotional strength, or even a treasured object. This balance ensures that magic here is never taken for granted."
The Watcher's tone grew serious. "But what truly defines Blue Vedar are its three great factions, each one responsible for governing the land and its inhabitants. These factions embody the diversity of magic and philosophy that shapes this world. Their differences, however, often lead to tension and conflict."
The Redjewel Faction
The image shifted again, revealing a grand castle surrounded by rolling hills dotted with windmills. "The first faction is the Redjewel faction, led by the prestigious Redjewel household and its twenty-five allied vampire families. Recognizable by their ruby-red eyes and dark, flowing hair, the Redjewels are renowned as master assassins."
The Watcher's hand moved, highlighting the intricate machinery embedded in their bodies. "Their magic comes from a mechanical core located near their hearts. This core stores energy, which is channeled through pipes connected to their wrists, allowing them to unleash precise and deadly magic."
A dark shadow passed over the Watcher's expression. "But this power comes at a cost. The cores can only store a limited amount of energy. Once depleted, they are defenseless, making them the weakest faction. Yet, their ingenuity has kept them in the game. By harnessing renewable energy from windmills and water wheels, they've found ways to recharge their cores. This resourcefulness makes them formidable despite their limitations."
The Watcher smiled faintly. "Never underestimate the Redjewels. Their cunning and precision have allowed them to carve a reputation that few dare challenge."
The image dissolved into mist, and the Watcher turned, their eyes gleaming. "Now, let's delve into the next faction, shall we?"