When you open your eyes, you find yourself surrounded in complete darkness. You try to recall how you were brought here, yet your memory seems to draw nothing but blanks. You start to feel insecure as the darkness appeared to move ever closer to you, as if to swallow you whole. To engulf you and make you a part of them.
You tried to fight back and struggled as hard as you could. Yet what you were attempting to reach, was nothing but unsettling emptiness. You tried to scream, you screeched until your throat became sore, but nothing escaped your mouth, only reverberating silence.
Before you gave up, however, you heard a voice.
“Ye who hold potential for limitless power, heed my call.” It says, repeatedly. At first, it was nothing but a whisper. Yet the more you focus your mind to it, the louder and clearer it got. Before you knew it, a trail of light appeared in front of you, as if guiding you away from the world of darkness you were in, and on to the place you were supposed to be.
As you advanced, the voice the you previously heard began to tell you a story.
"Once upon a time this world had a name. It was a unified realm with one king, populous and prosperous. They say that the world was filled with magic then, and that there no were fiends lurking around waiting to devour you. But they are just stories after all, fables of a golden period that we tell to our children.
There are many rumors as to why the old world fell. Some involved a calamity; a large meteor, a destructive earthquake, or a great firestorm that enveloped the land. In others the king had gone mad, rebellions ensued and the unified world became split into seven regions. Some say there was a wicked witch who cast a curse upon the land.
The time of the unified realm is now nothing but fragments of recorded history and the only proof we have of the time when the world still had magic are the relics from the past—The Vox. Mysterious ancient artifacts from the golden age forged under orders of the one King, now scattered all around the wide world. Legends say that when all one hundred Vox are brought together that magic would return to the world and the successor to the king would reveal himself."
Your vision began to dim as you suddenly loss consciousness.