On a planet called Ethernia, three continents are named Lavernia, Gathernia, and Athernia.
Lavernia a land filled with desert and vast canyons, where the kiranian people reside.
Gathernia a land full of snow and huge mountains, home of the kevanium who are intelligent people.
Athernia is home to the hyumans who are very advanced in terms of technology, a futuristic land.
Ethernia is not just ruled by kings and presidents alone, the seven Ether Gods rule the world, yet they don't interact nor disrupt the works of mankind.
They give those who are worthy of the power of the Helm. the people who awakened the power of the Ether Gods are called Helm Rider.
To obtain the power of the helm, you must be chosen by the Ether Gods themselves, when a chosen person turns 18 a mental door opens in their minds, inside this door are the helms lying around somewhere, but finding the helms inside the door is far harder than finding a four leaf clover.
There are 7 colored helms inside every door white, grey, crimson, azure, black, emerald, and amber. Each color possess their own power, and what's controlling this powers are called ether.
Finding one of the colored helms are very hard, and if the person inside the door finds one, all the other colored helms will disappear alongside the door.
After wearing the helms you will meet excruciating mental pain, this happens every time you wear your helm, but you'll get used to it after wearing the helm for a long time.
Each helm is soul bound to the owner, no one but the owner can use and wear the helm.
In a large canyon full of wild hyenas, Vyrel crouched low in the dry grass, his black hair cut short, barely reaching his ears, sticking to his forehead with sweat. His amber eyes didn't blink. He'd been tracking this cackle since sunrise.
He wasn't big. He wasn't small either. Just average, healthy, the kind of build you get from living in this city and working for your food. Nobody in the city would look twice at him.
Except for one thing. Just under his left ear, a small mole.
He hated that he always noticed it every time he looks at the mirror, thinking "If I didn't have this ugly mole, would I look better?" That single mole made him insecure throughout his life.
Hidden in the shadows with a wooden spear at hand sneaking towards them.
Vyrel shouted "come here you bastards, take a taste of my spear" as he threw his wooden spear at one hyena, he struck one of the legs on the hyena, Vyrel then picked up a stone and threw it to the head of the injured hyena.
The hyena dies after its head gets cracked open from the stone Vyrel threw, Vyrel then proceeds to shout "Ha! that's very deserving of you, you bastard!" Vyrel collected the corpse of the hyena and put it in his small cart.
Vyrel goes back to his house in the city of Logersman, the city of blacksmith.
Vyrel ran with the hyena's corpse in his cart to the city gate, the guard standing at the gate spoke to Vyrel "hey there Vy, that's a pretty decent catch for someone like you! hahaha!" Vyrel said to the guard "much better than standing at the gate all day! bleh!" the guard gets annoyed and shouts at Vyrel "come here you little brat" Vyrel then runs to his house with a grin in his face.
Vyrel knocked on the door of his house, and his mother opened the door and welcomed him with a smile on her face.
"where have you been all day long Vyrel?" his mother said, "I was hunting hyenas to eat, I'm craving meat!!" his mother sighed and said to Vyrel, "don't do something stupid and dangerous Vyrel!!".
Vyrel nodded to his mother and apologized "I'm sorry mom I got carried away".
His mother took the hyena's meat and cooked Vyrel a pot of delicious meat stew, Vyrel smiled and thanked his mother for the stew.
After eating Vyrel's mother said to him "take a rest Vy, I know you've had a long and hard day today, I want you to rest early so you can wake up tomorrow with proper health", Vyrel said "yes mom I will now! with a worried look on his face knowing what could happen when he sleeps that night".
Vyrel lying in his bed, thinking what could happen when he could become a helm rider that is said to awaken when a person turns 18, and he said "being a helm rider is rarer than finding a four leaf clover, there's no chance that I would become one, but his face is still full of nervousness and anxiety".
Vyrel then sleeps at night's bright light lingering through his window.
Suddenly, Vyrel woke up in a white blank space and a door in front of him, his face shocked at the sight of the door, "W-what is this? is this the door that helm riders said to appear when they got their helms?".
Vyrel worked up his courage and opened the door in front of him, and there he saw a massive dimension as large as the Lavernia continent.
"W-what is this?"