#galacticfantasy

The High Realms is the galaxy-wide territory where most of The Arcanum takes place. It’s the ruling seat for all known monarchies dynasties that exist within the Known Universe.

There are three Great Dynasties in the Realms, and each controls a highly influential part of the galaxy.

House Barnum

House Caesar

House Lucarion

House Barnum rules the Southern High Realms, known for its rolling green hills, hot weather, ancient traditions, and peace. Their governing planet is Zeltog, home of the Rhashi Eli'hah. Their Monarch is King Kyron. They’re ancient, absurdly rich, and terrifyingly influential. But even they don't understand what’s about to be unleashed. Some believe this House may be the one to birth the Dreamer...

House Caesar rules the Western High Realms, the biggest of them all, known as the Capital of Market, specifically the market of drugs and recreation. Keepers of nearly eighty percent of all known drug stockpile, the empire is built not only on wealth, but on the suggestion of permanence. The governing planet, which is the highest governing planet in all of the Empire, is called Imperion Prime—a reign that has endured for over 90,000 years. House Lucarion does not rule over any specific realm. They are the weakest of the trio, only noted as influential for their deep roots as the richest Slavers in all the Capital. They are popular because it's shocking to the public that they have found a way to enslave people. They are the only monarchy that still does it. They have become subject to many myths and dark legends. Are they in cohorts with demons and darkchildren? Does the Duchess practice dark magicks? Do they use the likeness of Man in their A.I. Machines? Only the gods know.

The Empire does not remember who they conquered. They don’t even know what came before them. What remains of the Old World is hidden, or scrubbed clean by the royal archivists, or burned. No one in the Capital truly knows how the Empire began, only that there were many Crusades and battles against an ancient government that's been long forgotten.

WHEN THE FAITHFUL READER BEGINS,

Theron sat on the sand, watching Borias still form. He wasn't sure what to do.

He didn't move because he was afraid that if he did, Borias would disappear again.

He fumbled with his datapad, checking the net, scanning the area around them.

He was alone on the island, the Mandalorians having left days ago, leaving the newlyweds on their own.

he read the messages, worry lined his brown face.

"I cannot get a response from Lord Scourge or Master Carsen either. Master Amethesta explained in her message.

"The best thing to do would be to wait and see if they wake up."

forty two hours I've waited, and nothing. Theon thought sadly, afraid to eat or sleep, not moving, watching Borias closely, afraid he would disappear if he moved away from him.

The sun set over the beach where Theron sat quietly. A shadow loomed overhead.

It wasn't the moon or the sun.

He let out an alarmed gasp as the GRAVESTONE blocked the sun from his view.

"By the stars!" he rose to look up at the ship hovering overhead, moving at a steady pace.

Borias started to stir, though he didn't seem to be waking up. He rose to a sitting position, his bright blue eyes still staring off, blinking. he started to rise off of the ground.

Theron gasped, reaching out to him. "Borias, No!" He watched in

horror as Borias was lifted up into the Rakata sky, his form being shadowed by the setting sun and the ship.

"No!" Theron cried. This is Just like at the spire when Valkorian controlled him. There's nothing I can do.

Tears slipped down his tan cheeks. Maybe I can save him, he thought.

He ran along the beach to where Borias shuttle was parked. His mind raced as he climbed onto the shuttle and slid into the seat at the helm. He tapped the common the panel,

"This is Theon Shan of the Eternal Alliance, Something dark is developing, something that we don't know about. our people are being taken and we don't know why. I see this as a threat, i threat that must be stopped and eliminated." I'm tired of fighting, he thought.

I thought with the fall of Valkorian and the Battle with the Gods, We would finally have peace.

He sighed. I guess I was a fool to think that would last long.

"Your mate has been taken. I am so sorry." Scyva said sadly. he was startled to see the Goddess sitting there next to him.