It was a cold October morning on the magically protected and undetectable island of Salutana. Nineteen-year-old Affinite Jacob Henderson shoved his hands into his pockets as he made his way down the steps of the massive castle and towards the arena. Jacob wasn’t the only one heading there; hundreds of other Affinites were streaming in from the other direction; from the village at the bottom of the cliffs and up the thousand steps towards the arena.
All to get a good seat for the open training that was starting in half an hour’s time.
Jacob strode along the walkway that connected the castle to the arena. Both were built up against, and half into, the cliffs along the long western side of the island. Those cliffs towered over the rest of the island, leaving the village down below in shadows for the better part of each afternoon, when the sun would disappear behind the tall rock face.
The island lay in the Norwegian Sea, between Iceland and Norway. Around this time of year the skies were a pale blue most of the time, without a cloud to be seen, but it was always cold. Jake didn’t mind it. Despite the temperature, the island always had a warm and homely feeling about it. On either side of the walkway the ground was covered in sea asters. Usually those star-like flowers only grew on the sea shores, as their name would suggest, and bloomed from mid-summer through to September, but still now the grass was covered in the little white and purple flowers. It was the magic in them. Only on this island, created especially by a woman so powerful, did these special flowers bloom all year long and on every available strip of grass.
Darren, a close friend of Jacob’s, was waiting for him at the entrance to the arena. The enormous stadium, that was a similar size to the Colosseum in Rome, was in part built right up into the cliffs. Jacob himself trained there every other day, though he would never in a million years get an audience like this one.
Jacob and Darren followed the crowds into the arena and wound up sitting at the top of the first tier of the stands, which gave them a clear view of the arena floor below. No one was on the floor yet; there wouldn’t be for another fifteen minutes, but the stands were almost completely filled already. It wasn’t every day that Affinites were allowed to come watch the five Asters train. They always trained in private. They were the five most powerful creatures in the world; each possessing a magic that was completely unique. They had inherited it from one of their parents, who in turn had inherited it from one of theirs.
Jacob used to dream of being an Aster; it was possible to become one without having inherited it from a parent. He dreamed about it sometimes still. But for now he would have to make do with being just an Affinite. Jacob had a unique affinity, just like every other Affinite in these stands. It was what set them all apart from the millions of humans who live on the continents of the earth. Humans didn’t know of Affinite and Aster existence, and never would. If they ever witnessed either an Affinite or Aster in action their memories would be selectively wiped. But it was still up to Asters and Affinites to protect the humans of the world from the Dark Forces of the other side. Or more specifically, it was up to the five Asters. Only if a war broke out would Affinites be called into battle, though that hadn’t happened for twenty-five years.
“So, who came first, the Affinites or the Asters?”
Jacob turned his head at the familiar voice of his former primary school teacher, Mrs. Emsworth. She was walking along the row of seats one level beneath where Jacob and Darren were sitting. Behind her trailed fifteen eight-year-olds all eager and staring wide-eyed all around the arena.
“Affinites!” called one girl from the back.
Mrs. Emsworth looked up and caught Jacob’s eye and smiled, recognizing him. “That’s right. They lived among humans for centuries in peace, didn’t they? And when did that peace change?”
In the dark ages, Jacob thought to himself.
“At the beginning of the Dark Ages,” a boy right behind Mrs. Emsworth whispered.
Mrs. Emsworth sat down on the bench right beneath Jacob and Darren, and gestured for the children to follow suit. “You are right, Tommy,” Mrs. Emsworth said. “So, at the beginning of the Dark Ages, about one thousand years ago, there was a celestial event that changed everything. What event was that?”
“The Blood Solstice!” a dark-skinned boy cried.
Jacob smirked and turned his attention back to the floor of the arena. Mrs. Emsworth continued to quiz her students on the history of Affinites and Asters. Every Affinite in the world knew the story she was about to tell them, and Jacob had no doubt that all the students in her class already knew every detail as well. It was the story of their people. Of how so much dark energy came with the Blood Solstice – when there was a blood moon on the same night as a winter solstice – that seven Affinite brothers decided to take the power for themselves. Their souls corrupted as they did so, and they gave in to the forces of greed, lust and anger. They called themselves the seven Higher Kings, and they took over the world with their Dark Magic. The Kings spread out across the world, taking over one continent each. Affinites drawn to the allure of their Dark Magic had their souls corrupted just like the Kings, and became Dark Disciples. They still had control over their affinity, but they served a King.
Mrs. Emsworth left no part out as she told her students the story. She explained how humans were taken as slaves and how Affinites were hunted for sport. There was no light, only darkness and destruction. Affinites had to go into hiding; living deep in the mountains and forests to remain undetected. Scattered across the world the Affinites stood no chance against the Kings’ mighty rule.
“Look at them staring,” Darren whispered in Jacob’s ear. Jacob looked down. Darren was right: every one of the students was gaping at their teacher with their eyes wide.
Mrs. Emsworth looked at each of the children and said in a spooky voice, “For five hundred years the Kings ruled the world. For five hundred years they destroyed everything that was good and pure. But it wasn’t enough for them. When the Blood Solstice came around again, they wanted more. But there was one young girl who wanted it all to end. Her name was Aiyana.”
Jacob hated himself for feeling a flutter at the bottom of his stomach. He was a man; he was nineteen-years-old, and yet he still felt that same flicker of excitement every time someone talked about Aiyana. She was… something else. She had lost her father to a Disciple; she wasn’t a fighter and couldn’t save him when her village on the shores of Denmark was attacked. There had been a ship waiting off the coast, ready to take any Affinite still alive to find a land that was safe. Aiyana boarded that ship and brought along her favourite flowers that grew along the Danish shore: sea asters.
The story went that Aiyana held those flowers as she prayed to the stars. She prayed for someone to hear her, to one day put an end to the Darkness and make a place of true safety so she could bring light back to the world again.
But the ship capsized in a storm. And Aiyana drowned.
But the stars answered. Legend said that the sky filled with brightness, and lightning shot out of the sky and hit Aiyana where she drifted lifelessly in the water. And from underneath her in the water the ground started to rise, and it brought her up to the surface. And she was born again, not as human, but as something greater. She possessed a magic so strong that she grew the land that had raised her up. She made it larger, had one side be a towering cliff face, and covered the entire northern quarter with a thick forest of pine trees. She covered most of the rest of the flat, grassy land with her favourite flowers and she cast a spell to make sure no Darkness could ever see it. And she called it Salutana.
She used her magic to bring the few hundred surviving Affinites in the world to this one island. From each corner of the world, of all religions and cultures, the Affinites came together. On Salutana they were safe. Once settled, they had started training to form an army capable of challenging the Kings.
Aiyana’s magic was colossal: she could talk to animals and turn into them, and use their strengths. But she was also superhumanly strong and fast. She could heal the wounded with the touch of her hand. She could stop herself from feeling pain if she got an injury so she could keep fighting or find shelter so she could recover, and she could heal herself if the injuries were too severe. And she could control the earth’s nature around her. She could create holes in the ground that swallowed up her enemies. She could command trees and vines and roots to move to trap her opponents.
But she knew she couldn’t win the war by herself. The magic was too concentrated. It was incredible magic, but it would need to be spread out over the lines of her army to be the most effective. So, she went to a field of sea asters she had grown herself, and cast one great spell. She split her magic, creating six different ones: Health and Knowledge, Speed and Flight, Strength, Nature, Endurance and Analgesia. The magic of Fauna, of animals, she kept herself. She gave each magic to an Affinite originally from a different continent. And finally, she called them the Asters, after her favourite flower that reminded her of home, to which she would never return.
It was the descendants of those original six Asters that Jacob, Darren, and the rest of Salutana had come here to see today. The magic of the Asters had lived on through generations. The exception was Aiyana’s; the magic of Fauna had died with her.
Until eighteen years ago.
“Because, what happened eighteen years ago?” Mrs. Emsworth asked her students.
All the children shouted their answers at the same time.
“The Queen was born!”
“Aiyana came back!”
“Her magic was born again!”
Mrs. Emsworth laughed and held up her hand to try and calm the children down. “That’s right. After five hundred years a young girl was born with Queen Aiyana’s magic of Fauna. And do we know the name of that girl?”
“Gayle Mendosa! Gayle Mendosa!” the kids all screamed.
Jacob chuckled at the sight of Mrs. Emsworth trying to shush the children, but she couldn’t stop them from shouting loudly at each other that the Queen had finally returned, that her magic was born again, and that, after eighteen years of being brought up away from Salutana, Gayle Mendosa, Queen Aiyana’s reincarnation, was coming home.
There was another flutter in the pit of Jacob’s stomach at that thought. The Queen was coming home. The most powerful creature to ever walk on this earth had been reborn in his lifetime. From the moment he had heard this, he had trained harder than ever before. He wanted to be the best soldier on Salutana, so that when a war would come, his only place would be by the Queen’s side.
Because war would come. For all the excitement and anticipation and celebration when Gayle Mendosa was born with Queen Aiyana’s magic, there was also dread and fear. Aiyana’s magic was only created when there was a dire need of it: to bring balance back into the world. Gayle Mendosa would not have been born with the same magic if that balance was secure. Her magical birth predicted a threat to the peaceful existence that the past five hundred years of Aster generations had created and protected.
The double doors to the arena floor opened and silence fell. Even the children in the row below Jacob stopped making a noise and turned their attention to the arena grounds to see who had arrived.