In the War Seas power is considered law, Be it through pure strength or even vast wealth, This fact alone was questioned by few and challenged by even fewer. In the Nimbus Sea, there was a particular family of mages known as the Frost Clan, it’s been said that by simply bearing the name “Frost” you were to be destined for greatness as even the name holds power. The Frost Clan takes great pride in their renown, so much so that they would commit heinous crimes to prevent their reputation from being tarnished, The depravity of their pride knew no bounds, no one was safe, not even their own flesh and blood.
In the year 1834, the matriarch of the Frost clan, Illia gave birth to a child, A happy baby boy whom the mother proudly named “Isa”. The mother, happy as can be laid on her bed holding the newborn child close while humming a gentle lullaby, This happiness however was not shared by the father, Gara who had been waiting in his throne room for his new heir to be born under the impression that the child’s magic alone would alert him. Full of rage after having to be notified of the birth of his new son by a lowly servant, he stormed into their bed chambers demanding to know why he couldn’t sense a single ounce of magic from the boy. Illia, now enraged at Gara for causing their child to cry, shot back claiming that it could often take some time before magic forms within a newborn.
One of the attendants who helped deliver the baby chimed in trying to support Illia’s claim in an attempt to help calm the lord’s anger. This unwarranted outburst from the attendant however was met with a swift backhand from Gara’s closed fist, leaving her jaw broken and unhinged, all the while maintaining unbreakable eye contact with his wife. He then turned to the attendant who is now on the floor desperately trying to fix her mangled jaw. He extended his hand and casted healing magic before immediately ordering her to notify him the very moment any semblance of magic is shown from the child, he then exited the room just as quickly as he had arrived. The attendant in a pitiful attempt to compose herself, stood up and quickly bowed to the lady of the house before excusing herself from the room. Illia now holding Isa tighter than before, began to hum her gentle lullaby once more soon causing the child to fall asleep in her arms. The sun now sets as the moon rises to greet the pitiful mother and child, using her hand Illia gently dries Isa’s cheeks and quietly whispers “Tomorrow is another day, little one.” before joining her son in a peaceful slumber.