It was an overcast day. Clouds, grey and laden with rain, soared overhead in the sky, obscuring the light of the sun, scattering it towards the nearby mountains. These were clouds of uncertainty, ones that often shrouded Omastria on a day that would have been clear and nice anywhere else. The world was changing, for better or worse.

The ages of warring clans and feudal society were ending. Now, the largest of all clans were forming new governments over entire countries. The clans of Unchained Destiny, Shadow, Shining, and even the clan of the Superheroes had taken control of half of the world. These governments, wielding tremendous military might, were growing by each passing day.

The end of the warring states would come quickly. The remaining countries would be taken by the various clan governments. With the end of this warring age, new technology would begin to be developed. New machines, greater than the most powerful of magic, would arise. The world would lose it's spiritual roots, and replace them with mechanical might.

Danica had surmised this, and it had scared her. She had seen an alchemy class from afar one day, but could not watch as the alchemist turned a crystal into a hideous iron bolt, and placed it into a machine. The end of the magical world was being revealed to her, slowly but surely.

Thus, she had fled here, to the crossing point of two of the earth's ley lines. A small, abandoned temple with many holes in it's ruined walls stood atop the crossroads, a place where Danica could stay out of the rain until it passed.

These were ancient stones, undoubtedly carved by the most ancient of zealous ones in search of connection to the gods. Little shrines such as these were never seen in this age. It was unfortunate, really, that the world was losing their connection.

Danica turned her focus to the surrounding areas. From atop the second floor of the crumbling structure, she could see the cascading waves of green grass, like waves made by the wind of the clouds. To her right, the glassy oceans churned gently around a couple of small fishing boats. Mount Aeoines stood to the north, it's snow capped peak home to many wandering souls both malicious and gentle.

She sighed, saying to herself in a melancholy tone, "I wish things were different. I wish I could make that difference happen."