Once upon a time, there were fourteen gods. Seven ruled over the life on Amona. Seven ruled over the underworld. These gods ruled the world in peace. The life on earth praised the seven gods above, but shunned the gods under, fearing them. They rose above the underworld, causing chaos on the living world. They sent the dark angel to wreak havoc over the mortals. The seven gods above saw the havoc and heard the cries of the mortals. They faced the gods of the underworld and sent them back to the underworld. This did not come without a price. The seven gods fell into a deep sleep, unable to help the mortals. The binds on the gods of the underworld did not last long. They still wreak havoc to this day. Many seers have prophesied that seven will be chosen to awaken these gods and put the underworld gods back in their place. All of them have been proven wrong- A young girl slammed the book shut. She blew her white hair out of her face, unnoticed by the people around her. Her green eyes searched through the crowd. The summer festival was in full swing with people dancing, drinking, playing games, and generally having a good time. No one seemed to notice the young girl who put the book of fairy tales back on the stall. The girl's off-white clothing should have been noticeable compared to the colors of the festival, but people just passed right through her. She focused her eyes on seven different individuals in front of the fountain of the gods. They were the ones. They were the ones that the gods had chosen. She slowly walked toward them, waiting for them to take notice of her. They should if they were really the chosen. She cleared her throat, in front of the group.