Note: the world of Luma isn't exactly what you would call advanced, technology wise. They're still stuck in the swords/sheilds era, though there are several advances, which are rather steampunkish....The most powerful weapon at the moment is the Cannon, which is powered by Soul Water, a substance made of pure Soul Magic. This is also the method of powering used for all the other tech)
Darkness.....Neverending darkness....it's as if... I'm stuck in oblivion..Wait, there's points of light...Am I floating in the sky? Huh, a voice....." Wow, you beat the champion pretty easily! You fight like a Wolf, buddy!!!" A cheering crowd? What's going on? Gah....this pain, in my chest...it burns, it burns!!!!!
The grey haired youth sits up suddenly, gasping. Looking around, he blinks as he finds he's lying in a circle of stones, engraved in strange symbols. Standing up, he rubs his chest."What....what was that? Where am I? Wait....WHO am I?" "I'll tell you who you are, kid, you're the Alley Rat's new slave!" Turning around, the youth blinks as a man, sorrounded by thugs, steps foward. "Welcome to Luma, punk! Now, I advice you submit, or else...." Grinning evillly, the leader pulls out a sword, that though it was desisigned as a katana, flared out near the tip, much like the kilij sword. It was made of a black metal....Growling, the youth speaks. "I'm no-ones slave!!" Laughing, the thugs dart foward, sorrouning the youth, only to gasp in shock as their victim holds them back skillfully, despite being unarmed. "GET HIM, GET HIM!!!" The leader screaches out, waving his sword around.