Prologue

The world of Amia is run by a series of protectors, gods if you could call them that. There is a protector for each race. Each protector has a certain amount of power that fuels the people of said race. If the power is used correctly, everything is balanced and controlled. The people get minor portions which they can use how they please. But if the protectors use the power for themselves, it can cause havoc and can cause one protector to be more powerful than the others.

The protectors and people are connected by an ancient spell. The people have formed a contract with them in case of an emergency. They are called protectors due to the protection they give to their people.

Each race has a different way of living. Some make religions out of it, and some live in disbelief. Very few races dislike the protectors because they fear doing so would get their powers taken away. Each race has different powers and rules for the powers.

Races include Orcs, a range of different Elves, Whisps, and some others. Orcs often have green skin tones, tusks on their bottom teeth, which range depending on preference, and are known for their making of armor and weaponry. Whisps are ghost-like beings who are see-through, can phase through walls, can fly or float, and are known for their loyalty. Elves can vary but are known for their clothing and accessory making. They often sell things like outfits, bags, and jewelry.

This tale though, belongs to a being who breaks her own rules. She falls in-between races or at least.. she thought so. This tale is the end of protectors...