The twelve planets in the System Divine orbited together like a string of jewels, precious and dazzling and rare. But one jewel stood out amid the others. A memory made real and a dream brought to life. An echo of the First World, with reminiscent whispers of the old world’s breezes blowing across its lands. One family secured this wondrous place for their people and their home.

But not without bitterness from those who lost out.

And not without deep resentments held across the skies.

From The Chronicles of the Vangarde, Volume 3, Chapter 10