The tale of the lost kingdom fueled the young sorcerer, hoping to find out more about it and wondering who these chosen are. His master, mentor, and roommate talked about it a lot, saying that sometimes tales of old are truth in the beginning. Over time being changed little by little as it got passed down from one person to the next. He often asked why it was that legend was talked about and studied the most, he never got a true answer though.

Living in the kingdom known for its magic and science, the teen often went to the library, hoping to find out more. This time he had passed out while doing so, unaware that this was going to change the course of the world's fate forever.

Jeremie slept soundly on his backpack, in the corner of one of the bookshelves and the wall of the library, stacks of books near by and one in his arms. Completely out cold from staying up night after night to study. While he slept the world around him changed... and not in a good way. Everyone had fallen asleep, everyone that was awake at the time that is. So when he awoke, what would normally be a active city and kingdom, was at a stand still. The eerie silence only brought dread as he ventured around. No one was awake... but they weren't exactly sleeping either.

He quickly went to check on his mentor, the most powerful magic user in the lands... only to find he had vanished. Panicked he searched the building, hoping to find a reason as to why this had happened... the only thing he found was a locked chest and the worn book that the other never went without and never let out of his sight... but also never read. Some of his questions became answered soon after the book was opened. He had to continue what his mentor had started. He had to find the chosen before they were found by the one who had done this to his home. Jeremie packed and he left, off to find them with what was left behind to aid him.