No one knows when the stories actually started, if they were myth or simply fodder for the dreams and nightmares of children, bedtime stories and cautionary tales of good and evil. The details often change, but the core of the story always remains the same...
Long ago, a terrible and bloody war took place. It wasn't as simple as a fight between good versus evil, it rarely is in stories of this nature. Entities of immense power fought for control over their world, two sides desperate for victory over each other, fighting a long and vicious battle with no end in sight.
None, until four mighty leaders decided to bind their magic together and finish it, once and for all. Whether it was to protect their own power or to forge a mighty weapon, it is different in every version. The end result in every tale is always the same: an artifact was forged, but nothing like what they had intended.
Together, they created a living being.
And just when it seemed that victory was in their grasp with the creation of this entity, hope was quickly pulled from their reach as their adversary struck at the last moment, injuring their great Creation. Out of desperation and fear to save all they held sacred, the Four took each of their unique gifts and lifted their most precious city up from the war-torn land, and their Creation with it. Not knowing if their Creation would survive, they sealed her into the land and the city walls, surrounding all with an energy barrier to ensure there would be no interference in their last ditch effort to save their creation.
The cost of what they did came at an immense price: while the city flourished above, the world below burned in the aftermath of war. Now, with most of their magic expended, the weakened Four diminished into memory as life continued on.
Time passed. Memories fractured, and became unrecognizable...and while the four all but faded from awareness, the island became home.
For the natives of the land...and for those brought as offerings for the Creation...