In the womb of the world, beneath skies limned with starlight and storm, two souls struggled toward the surface of existence. The air trembled above the Pillars—the Emerald Spire, the Infernal Heart, the Abyssal Crown, the Nimbus Spire—each pulsing with ancient power as an unspoken prophecy quickened beneath their roots.
On that night, as thunder rolled over the Four Realms, a hush fell over the city of Aquarion. In the high chamber of a forgotten tower, a woman labored alone, her pain echoing through the stones. Her breath came in shallow waves; her spirit flickered between hope and terror. She was the last of her line, a vessel for a legacy no one understood, not even herself.
As the hour reached its zenith, magic thickened the air—fire and water, storm and earth dancing in unseen patterns. The world's tides shifted. The Pillar Birds circled the heights, their cries woven into the wind. In the chamber, the woman cried out, and from her agony, two infants dawned upon the world—twins bound by something deeper than blood.
In that instant, the impossible occurred. The soul meant for one was too vast, too strange, too bright to be contained. It twisted, shimmered, and—under the weight of all the world's hopes and fears—split. A rift tore through the fabric of fate. The city shuddered. Faraway storms raged. The Emerald Spire quaked. Flames danced at the heart of Pyraxis. Across the Realms, ancient wards flickered, and the Cursed Zone pulsed with hungry life.
Two newborns wailed—a boy and a girl—each aglow with wild, shifting magic. Their soul, fractured, mirrored themselves in two forms, forever echoing the other. Where one wept, the other gasped; where one clenched tiny fists, the other reached for comfort. Their parents, spent by the ordeal and the world-shattering magic, faded into the silent dark, their bodies cradling the twins for the first and final time.
Those who found the infants in the dawn's hush recoiled at their hybrid nature—fire and water, storm and calm, life and void. Fearful, they spirited the girl, Lysera, away to distant kin. The boy, Kaelen, was cast into exile, his presence an omen of change too terrible—or too wondrous—to bear.
But beneath the surface, in the secret darkness of their shared Inner Domain, something new was born. A cosmos spun into being, fractured yet beautiful, a sky littered with stars that pulsed in time to twin heartbeats. There, even in infancy, the twins drifted toward one another—a presence just out of reach, a comfort against the cold. Though their bodies were parted, their soul remained a single, yearning melody, echoing across the silent void.
And so the world changed. The first lights of a new epoch flickered across the land. The Pillar Birds soared, silent witnesses to the fracture that would shape the fate of all Realms. In the shadows, old powers stirred, sensing the birth of two who were one, and the promise—and peril—of a soul divided.