Si, con mucho gusto

Veran, la historia se llama "Dark Cross" y se situa en un mundo ficticio, mejor les dejo el primer capitulo, esta en ingles, y me dicen que opinan..
“Dark-Cross”
Chapter 1: The Rising
Prologue:
“Story of a world”
Magic. What is exactly magic? Some describe magic as the art of controling, casting or summoning forces beyond natural, through the use of spells, chants or rituals. This story is about a world, a world where magic is a skill admired by many and envied by few. A world where only the exceptional ones, known as “casters” could completly control the force of this powerful skill, and use it in their own will. A world known as Infinite. However, this magicians knew the devastating power they wielded, and they decided to use it only to achieve peace and justice in the world. And so, they did. For many centuries, there was peace in the world, and magic was used only for good.
Each caster summoned an especific element, there were, and still are, eight elements, four known as “Natural” for representing the elements located in the nature, and four known as “Astral”. This second one, was harder to learn, because it required many years of studies, such as Alchemy and Astrology. Magic was and still remain separated in this form:
Astral:
-Light
-Thunder
-Psychic
-Darkness
Natural:
-Earth
-Fire
-Ice
-Wind
Infinite remained in peace, holding a perfect balance, until one day...
Word spread all across Infinite of South Infinite’s King’s death. Soon, his son, Prince Dantus passed on to be King Dantus, and he gain control of the entire southern continent. Everyone feared for the worst, because they knew Prince Dantus had always been a very ambicious, courageous young man. They feared of the amazing power that he had in his hands, and they feared that this power would have fallen into the wrong hands... They feared of the war that was coming...
South Infinite’s main force was formed by thousands of knights, mercenaries, paladins and swordmasters, and North Infinite’s main army was formed by casters, thousands of mages, clerics and druids. What was once a peafecul world, was now was a fearful planet threathened by the seed of war.
Finally, one fateful night, the unspokable happened..
King Dantus declared war to the Northern Continet, claiming an assasination attempt ordered by the King of North Infinite. This action set the Palace of Defense and Peace uproar. North Infinite’s King denied completely this accusation and claimed that that nonsense was just a stupid excuse to declare war. King Dantus, blindly, sent his entire army to attack and conquer all Norther Infinite. What could they possibly do? In an act of deseperation, the King of Northern Infinite quickly gathered his best magicians; the Elite Casters and asked for their help and their army’s. The Elite Casters accepted, in honor of what once was a pact of trust and friendship.
And so, the battle begun. A great war was fought that day, when enemy ships arrived at the shores of Sylia, and thousands of knights began to march towards Iriden, the capital of North Infinite, where the Royal Palace was, and where the King lived. But it was not in Iriden where this deadly war was fought, it was in Charia, home of the Castle of Mages, where the Casters where expecting their arrival.
Magic and Sword fought bravely that day, in an epic battle that ended in a cruel massacre. Thousands died that day, knights, magicians, all of them, they sacrificed their lives to defend their country and their ideals. And finally, it ended. King Dantus’s Army fell over the amazing power of the Elite Casters, but their army was destroyed, only the eight Elite Casters survived. King Dantus was taken prisioner, and judged, he was acussed for high treason, and for attempting to destroy the peace. He was assasinated, but he swore the war wasn’t over, and that one day, another one would follow his legacy and finish what he couldn’t complete.
The eight Casters who survived the war, each one of each element, realized that Magic was nearly extinguished and after hearing Dantus’s threath, they decided to seal their magic, into eight magical cards, commanding the cards to rise again, when the dark power would began, and when the war started again. Hoping the best, the magic was sealed into the eight cards, and they were scattered all over North Infinite, and when the time to fight again would come, new casters would rise and fight for the justice and peace.
Magic disappeared in all Infinite, and within time, everyone forgot about this legendary skill. No one ever spoke again about magic, about King Dantus or about the Great War. Infinite lived in harmony and in peace, for many centuries.
Until today... a thousand years have passed since those dark days ended....
Eso fue una parte del primer capitulo, que les parecio?