One thousand years ago, when the world was still young, there was a war afoot, the War of Magi. On the side of good, the human King Alneria. Evil, the demon Lord Valorg.
Lord Valorg sought after a treasure that King Alneria had possession of, the powerful relics known the as Magi. The demon lord fought hard against the humans.
After a long battle, one of the king's knights ran into the throne room, where Alneria sat, waiting. "The demons have reached the castle walls! We can't hold out much longer mi'lord!"
Alneria just sighed and said, "I guess I have no choice then..."
His seven most trusted advisors and shaman gasped and begged him not to for this decision would mean his life, but the king simply said that it must be done and stood from his throne. From there he turned around and began pushing at his stone-based throne. Once pushed back, the throne revealed a staircase which lead to a small cellar. Once inside the cellar, Alneria walked to a large chest, which he then opened. Within the chest lay eighty-seven bracelets with a small crystal, glowing a bright golden light, on each of them, the Magi.
He quickly scoops the Magi, with them fusing together as they clinked against each other. Up the stairs, Alneria ran only to find his remaining forces in the throne room with the demons a only a few feet away. Forcing his way through, the king called out the Demon Lord. Valorg forces his way from behind his army of demons. The man and the demon simply stared each other down, before the king raised the Magi.
The Magi began emitting an eerie golden glow, that froze human and demon alike in their boots. The glow began encasing Alneria's body. Knowing what was happening, Valorg quickly rushed upon Alneria. He then grabbed the Magi, and then the struggle began for control of the Magi. The glow,which was comsuming Alneria, was now consuming both of them. Stunned from the immense power, none of the soldiers or demons moved an inch.
Suddenly out of no where, a lonely arrow flew from the group of soldiers. At the sending end of the arrow was a young archer. The recieving end was the fused Magi crystal which was held by Alneria and Valorg. In a small explosion of golden light, the two rulers were repelled from the Magi as it flew into the air. Both rulers slammed into opposite walls from the blast. The Magi, on the other hand, did not fall, but seemed to float. Float to the hand of the lone archer, named Aeon Galbadia.
Aeon simply stood there holding the Magi. Then a familiar golden glow began to consume Aeon, but different than before, it consumed him in a matter of seconds. When he emerged, he bore gleaming golden armor and helm. In his right hand, he held the ancient shield Aegis, and in his left, the ancient sword Masamune.
The soldiers and demons, who were still in a slight state of shock, suddenly burst into an inhuman and uncontrolable rage and assaulted Aeon. Without any second thought or remorse, Aeon struck back, swinging the mighty sword. Taking out any and everyone who charged upon him. Within a matter of minutes, the pile of bodies stopped growing. Everyone was killed. Killed by Aeon for the evil that exsisted within their souls. The only ones left living were the seven Shaman of the king.
Aeon, in his new, pure form, sensing that his job was done, falls to forward to the floor, dead. This was the reason the shaman did not want the king to use the Magi. Upon Aeon's body resufaced the eighty-seven Magi, but strangely another Magi seemed to appear. This new Magi glowed a brighter aura than the rest. Upon further inspection of Aeon's body, the shaman came to the conclusion that the new Magi was Aeon's Heart.
The Shaman, no longer worried about their king's death, quickly gathered the resurfaced Magi, including the new Magi. They then travelled for two days to the Tower of Genesis, the place where the world was born from the god, Genesis. Upon reaching the tower, they swiftly entered the tower and ran to the the altar, which has six doors leading to seemingly nowhere surrounding it.
After place all the Magi upon the altar, the shaman took their respective positions on their knees, with their heads down, surrounding the altar. In some strange tounge, they began to chant something. A light blue aura slowly appeared and began slowly taking shape. When it was finished, the aura had taken a human form, yet the shaman still held their heads down.
The being spoke, "I am Genesis, creator of this world. I see that the Magi, that I had created to help out the world has done no good. Now I see that I must hide the Magi, for those who are worthy to find them. Thus I shall create seven new worlds. And to these seven worlds I shall appoint a god to watch over each world. (To be added don't have my notes handy)"
The seven doors surrounding the altar all swung open in syncronous. The Magi, with the exception of Aeon's Heart all then split up and shot into the different doors, and then Genesis continued speaking.
"Now in these seven worlds, I have just created, each of you shaman shall go into one of these worlds and teach your knowledge to any who wish to learn. And the remaining one of you shall stay here and protect this world. Now i must return to the heavens. Please do my bidding. I shall be watching over you, my children." With this Genesis disappeared into a blue aura. Aeon's Heart went with him.
The shaman made their final oathes to each other and to Genesis before standing and spreading throughout the now 8 worlds. The world was once again at peace.
Exactly one year after the choas that had befallen (Name Pending). Genesis had decided it was time to teach the worlds of his a trade. Ways of warriorship. Genesis dispatched seven gods to reside in temples of the seven other worlds. These gods, each with their own forms of fighting, reigned over these worlds to this very day. Tyr, the Knight God, resided over (Name Pending) and taught his followers the ways of the Knight. Ares, the God of the Fist, resided over (Pending) and taught his people the ways of the Fist. Ra, the Thief God, reigned over (Yes it's Pending) and taught his people the ways of the Thief. Brahma, the God of Healing, ruled over (Another one Pending), teaching his people the Magic of Healing. Siva, the God of Destruction, lead (Yep... Pending) into a wave of Destruction by teaching his people the ways of Destruction Magic. Thor, God of Combination(may change), taught the people of (Again.. Pending) the ways of Combined Magic. Finally, Apollo, God of Forbidden Arts, taught his poeple of (Pending) the ways of the Forbidden Magic.
For a millennium, these worlds never knew of the existance of each other. . .