Vestan Ridge, a township located in the north woods, has only recently been opened to the public. The quiet streets, spacious homes (well, at least in one half of the town) and the woodland all around have been the appealing factors that draw residents to it. Yet, despite how normal it or the folk who live in this place seem, nothing is as it seems.
It started seven generations ago. Magic bloomed within a small town in the north. Most were frightened, some saw it was the devil’s work, and others embraced this gift. Writing down what they could, gathering the knowledge they had, the men composed the Book of Days, knowing that this power would stay in the families. The next generations would need guidance in the matters of magic. It wasn’t perfect the first time around but, with each passing generation of men blessed with the gift, the art of magic was slowly perfected to a point where they could live among humans again, living as regular people and not let the powers seep into their everyday lives.
There was peace between the families of magic and, as they grew, they spread apart to different corners of the continental United States. There was a bond there that couldn’t be severed and it continued to grow stronger with each passing year. Yet the families also grew cocky and greedy, letting things slip when they shouldn’t have. Things like getting ahead in line when they had been near the back or finding the perfect spot became en everyday occurrence and, while it wasn’t significant in the bigger picture, the tasks that they used magic for were added to a long list.
While their bonds of family seemed strong, not all things were meant to last. Bickering began at the top, working down towards the lowest of the men until most of them had broken away from their band of brothers that had been in place for almost eight hundred years. The families that had once been friends were now enemies and there was little anyone could do.
They stayed like this for two generations, the different sections of family staying clear of the sides they hadn’t agreed with two hundred years back. It seemed life would stay like this…until the highest order’s son fell in love with a daughter on the opposite side of his family. His parents fought him on the issue, fervently dismissing the idea that their son could have fallen in love with someone like her. There was talk that perhaps a witch had finally been born to them and the girl had twisted the boy with some sort of spell. Yet there was no denying when you saw them; the two loved one another and, for this love, they were willing to do whatever they could.
With the son’s power and his love’s ambition to bring the different sides together, they managed to plead their cases to some choice families. Banding together, they set forth towards a small township in the North Woods, carefully hiding themselves within the trees. It’s here that the story begins and here where the trouble starts.
