They called it “The Island.” It was a utopia designed to combine those who could wield water and those whose magic rested in the earth.

Stilted houses stood on clay supports, decorated in a minimalistic fashion. The buildings were constructed with simple materials such as wood and clay.

Water users could walk on the water, but hundreds of boats lined the street corners for everyone else.

The salty smell of the sea swamped every edge of the city. Fish were a local delicacy, eaten in every household. The squawking of the seagulls was as good of an alarm as any alarm clock.

It was an island in the middle of the ocean, perfect for fishermen and sailors.