ɦistory is told...


The story begins in a time of great sorrow. An Oracle has made a promise to the people that one girl is to be used as a diva to protect the lands and keep it at harvest. A good idea it may seem at the time. However, what began as a voluntary action to the females, each willing to give their voice to protect their land, their country, their home, soon became a treacherous job for any who volunteers. Who they sang to was not the Oracle, but a vicious dragon.

Those who gave themselves willingly were called fools, idiots, those who want to die. For each of the divas died a similar death, either by sickness or by the dragon's fatal blow.

Soon no volunteers had agreed to give their voice and were chosen by the oracle herself. She gave not a care to whom she had torn away by force. She seperated a wife from her husband, an orphan from her friends, a woman from her sister. She even went as far as to seperate a baby girl from her mother.

As it would turn out, the young maiden had lasted far longer than the others, almost 14 years. Singing vigorously all those years, her voice seemed to come across a male with a familiar face. A young boy of the exact same age had heard her calls and began to question how the Oracle ran these strange operations, soon learning that he once had a little sister that was taken from him.

He journeys through the land of Tarshinma, in search of a voice that calls out unknowingly to him. As he walks through this path, will he find people to help his cause? Or have to journey alone?