From a far away world four shall come, mistreated and abused by their fellows, bearing mystical powers .In this land, in Kai Nora, they shall gain great renown, and become like gods to the people that dwell there. The honor and rank that they hold in Kai Nora, they will not find in the other world; their world. The life they hold in Kai Nora will be the antithesis of their true life. Only one among them will survive in the challenges that Kai Nora has for them, and they will be forced to dwell forevermore in their home world. The one who survives, however, will be given an irrevocable choice: Will they stay in Kai Nora, and live the life of reverence and respect, the life they deserve; or will they choose to return to their own world, and forever remember the brief time that they were gods?

Kymber Leyona

The key clicked in the lock, and Kymber Leyona pushed the door open. It was about three in the afternoon, and it was fall in the southern California city of Southgrave. As she stepped through the threshold, she wiped the sweat from her brow. It was warm out. Kymber dropped her heavy backpack in the doorway, and she walked down the hallway. The house was empty, as usual. Her mother was most likely at work, trying to make money for herself and her daughter. Kymbers father, Ivan, had filed for divorce when Kymber was two years old. She hadnt seen him since. 

Kymber walked to the living room, and she kicked off her tennis shoes, stretching her ankles as she did so. She then grabbed the remote control, and she stretched her thin body out on the ragged, yet comfortable sofa. Kymber pushed a button on the remote, and the television came to life, and Kymber flipped through the channels, and then she settled on a courtroom drama. Kymber watched the show with interest, for a short while, before she got bored of the television show, and she sat upright in her seat. She bent down, and she pulled from underneath the couch, a small, black journal, which had a silver lock upon it. Kymber sat up, with the book in her hands. From around a chain on her neck, Kymber pulled out a small key, of the same silver as the lock upon her book. Kymber fit the key in, and she turned it, and the lock clicked. Inside, there were several pages of black, lined paper, and there was also a silvery pen. The first several pages of the diary were covered with her neat cursive handwriting. Kymber ran her finger upon a tab, and she flipped to the foremost blank page she could find. Kymber removed the silvery pen from its holder, popped the cap off, and she began to write in a quick scrawl.

Another great day of school. Today, we got a new student in Ms. Dianos class„ some girl named Lilac. She seems to be along the lines of Amanda and her group. Perhaps thats why she had so much fun tormenting me today. Honestly, I wish I could deal with those bitches… I wish there was something I could do about them. Weaver keeps telling me that they will give it up, if I just ignore them, but it doesnt seem to be working. Perhaps its time for me to take matters into my own hands.

It was something like a tradition for Kymber, writing in her diary every day. It had been a gift for her, on her fifteenth birthday, from her Aunt Miranda. She had never actually met her aunt, but it had come for her in the post, without a letter or a return address. The only way she knew who it was from, the envelope had the name Aunt Miranda DeVaught, Kymber assumed that it was a relative of her father, because when she had asked her mom, she stated that she had no aunt named Miranda. 

As Kymber finished writing in her journal, she noticed that the sun had started to fall in the sky. Kymber placed the cap back upon her pen, placed the pen in the holder, and she locked the diary back up. Kymber bent down, and she placed the diary back underneath the sofa, her one safe place. With a heave, Kymber stood up, and she walked down the hall, and she picked up her backpack by the arm strap, and she carried it up the flight of stairs, and she opened the second door on the left-hand side. The room, Kymbers bedroom, was neat and orderly. Kymber dropped her backpack on the floor near the foot of her bed, and she just fell onto her soft bed. Kymber, still sprawled over the bed on her back, groped around on the table, which was at the side of her bed. Kymber picked up a tablet of paper, with a pen upon it. Kymber flipped open to a blank page, and she wrote:

My life
is split into two
on one side
I am a loser
I am a freak
I am the person always abused
The person that is always taken advantage of.

On the other hand
in a different world
I am a goddess
I am loved
I am revered.
I am the person always asked to help
I am the person always turned to, in moments of crisis.

Only one world
can truly exist
and I am tired
of the loser
being my reality
I want to really
be a goddess
revered as the stars.

Someday,
those people that called me a freak
will see that I am truly a goddess inside.

        After writing this down, Kymber closed her notebook, and she dropped the pen on top of it. Kymber dropped back on top of her bed, and she closed her eyes. The sun had dropped behind the hills, suddenly, Kymber felt herself feeling extremely drowsy. Before Kymber even had a second to tuck herself into the covers, Kymber fell into the sweet blessedness of sleep. 

Kirina Lunis

Kirina Lunis removed the heavy covers that were tightly tucked around her, and she swung her legs over the side of the four-poster bed. Kirina was wearing a long golden robe, which hung down, and trailed down, upon the floor. Kirina stepped upon the elaborately tiled floor, which felt cold upon her uncovered feet. 

        Kirina found herself in a small, circular room, with the walls made of stone. The four-poster bed was in the center of the room, and there was a bureau directly opposite the heavy granite door. Atop the bureau, there was a large, silver-framed mirror which hung upon the wall. On top of the dresser, was Kirinas outfit for the day: A long, silvery robe, with golden lace edging, was folded neatly. Sitting atop the robes, were a pair of ornate, high laced boots, which could tie to just below the knee-cap. Kirina unfolded the robe, and she slipped out of her pajamas, and she pulled on the robe. Underneath the folded robe was a golden belt, made out of leather, which had an empty scabbard, made out of hardened leather, attached. Kirina pulled the belt around her waist, and she fitted it through the loops in the robe. Then, Kirina pulled open the topmost drawer of the bureau, and she found inside three blades. The first was a longsword, made of beautifully patterned steel, with a hilt of solid marble, studded with small emeralds. The sword was a gift of the Master of the Sea Elves. Kirina removed the blade, with extreme reverence, and she tucked it in to the scabbard. Left in the drawer was two short daggers, completely identical. These daggers were of the Royal Court of Arxmons, and they were gifted only to the highest officers of the court. Being the Second Chieftain of the High Court, Kirina had received these blades from the high king, after being sworn in as a chieftain. The blades were made out of twice-forged iron, and the hilt out of sterling silver, studded with pure, white diamond. Kirina stuck these blades into her belt, and she picked up a long wooden rod, which was resting against the right side of the bureau. This rod was a magical focus, something that Kirina could focus her raw magical ability into actual, various powers. The rod was made of a very sturdy wood, painted a silvery-white color. It also came in handy during melee fights, as it made quite a good mace, should something happen to her blades.