This is a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was a child. It's a very important story because it shows how all the comings and goings between our world and the land of Magica first began. This story is of a boy named Victor who is a bit confused between his imagination and reality. He is made to travel between realms and even has to jump timelines because he has to fill the space of Vasilus. Victor along with his friends will solve all the mysteries which will come in their way to take their revenge for the "death" of Vasilus. Their journey to the past and future will also make you visualize the acts before your eyes.
As dawn's first light painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, the group of friends in the heart of Magica began to stir. They had slept beneath the celestial canopy of a realm unknown to most, and the magic of the place had infused their dreams.
Victor, always the early riser, was the first to greet the day. He sat up, taking in the breathtaking surroundings. The flora of Magica seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly luminescence, and the air held a faint but invigorating trace of arcane energy.
Lyra, still half-asleep, yawned and stretched beside him. Her sword, Kaldor, which had remained silent throughout the night, was secured at her side. It was a constant reminder of her mission – to seek the truth and justice that had eluded her for so long.