There was a time when Arivel was ordinary World.
It was a world of humans alone.There was no magic. No miracles. No forces beyond what could be seen and explained. People were born, worked the land, argued over borders, built machines, and slowly pushed their world toward iron and smoke. Roads cut through soil that had never known them. Cities grew rapidly, The future felt so close, almost within reach.
Then the voice came.
It simply appeared inside every living mind at once. Distance and Language didn't matter. Farmer and king heard it the same way, with the same quiet certainty.
The Chalices of Power are arriving.
There was no answer to the question that followed. Only silence, pressing down on the world.
People reacted in the only ways they knew how. Some prayed harder than they ever had before. Others cursed the heavens. Old gods were remembered, their names dragged out of forgotten books. Some claimed the voice was a blessing. Others said it was a warning. Kings called councils and Scholars argued until their voices failed. No one couldn't say anything with certainty, but no one forgot what they had heard.
Time passed.
And then the first chalice was found.
It was not discovered in a sacred place. There was no light surrounding it, no sound or any sign that it mattered at all. It lay on a quiet road, half buried in snow, waiting to be noticed.
And then
A traveler found it by accident. A swindler by trade, ordinary in every sense of word, whose only ambition was day to day survival.
When he touched it, his entire body shook. Something hammered into his mind, overwhelming and violent. The chalice filled with violet blood that shimmered faintly, and it felt heavier, not in weight, but in presence. The world around him did not change.
He did.
Something opened inside his mind. It's Not knowledge of secrets about the universe. But answers to his dreams of breaking free from mediocrity. Only the feeling of power, and the understanding that a path now existed before him. A path that led upward, beyond kings, beyond limits. Supremacy was no longer a dream.
That moment ended the age of humans alone.
The first of the supernatural was born. The First Blood Weaver.
The traveler took a new name for himself. Elias Wintermarch. He chosethe
that name, for all he had gained came from a lonely road buried in snow. History would remember him as the Oldest, the founder of a bloodline that reshaped Arivel. Kings knelt before him, not out of loyalty, but because they could do nothing else. Fanatics searched the land for more chalices, convinced that power now belonged to those willing to claim it.
The world never returned to what it was.
That day marked the beginning of a new era, one Arivel would live with it till end, and pay for in ways no one yet understood.
Elias did not take long to rise.Power answered him easily as a bird taking it's first flight. Those who challenged his rule died. Those who plotted against him disappeared. After a while, the idea of opposing Elias Wintermarch stopped feeling dangerous and started feeling impossible. He was no longer something that could be touched or even questioned by the ordinary.
He never once crowned himself king of the land.He called himself a god.And the world accepted it without questioning.
For a hundred years, Arivel moved at his pace. Nations rose or collapsed depending on his silence. Rulers governed only because he allowed them to. Faith twisted itself around his existence, not out of love, but out of fear. The age of Elias was complete and unquestioned.
Then the second chalice appeared.It did not come to a ruler, a warrior, or a believer.It came to a woman.
She was an entertainer, known for her beauty and her voice, nothing more. A common woman, born not from love, but from accident. Her mother had lived the same life and died the same way, leaving behind debt, rumors, and a name no one remembered for long. The world had never promised her warmth, and it never tried to be kind.
The chalice reached her at the lowest point of her life.She found it buried among the offerings thrown at her feet. Coins. Flowers. Cheap gifts meant to buy a moment of affection. Hidden among them was something that did not belong their. There was no light when she touched it. The world did not pause to watch.
Unlike the Wintermarch, her existence was questioned by the people.For about fifty years,lived only as a rumor.
People still whispered about a woman who did not kneel infront of elias. About power that did not bend the way Elias wanted to. Fifty years passed after the second chalice revealed itself, and then she appeared again.
She had formed a bloodline not built from inherited might, but awakened. Loyal followers she took under her wings. Through them, she gained the power to stand against the Wintermarch, strong enough to challenge his authority. So for the first time in history, Elias Wintermarch had to acknowledge something he didn't want to.
The new era could not be chained. It was not his alone.
She came to known as the founder of the Moonrose Family. "Lucia Moonrose".
Her mother had named her Lucia in the hope that her child would live in warmth and light, unlike herself. And though the world never gave Lucia peace, she lived loudly, defiantly, and without asking for permission.
After the first chalice awakened under Elias Wintermarch, one emerged every hundred years. Yet the final sixth one, due in the 500th year, never appeared. Some say it revealed itself and found its first holder, who is hiding like Lucia. But the five chalice holders said it was a lie they would sense the sixth the moment it claimed by someone.