Before you know the story of the Queens, you must know how they came to be.

Long ago in ancient Mesopotamia, there was a ritual that can summon gods to the earth. It only requires four single objects, four rare stones. These stones were different from any other in the land. Each stone had a single color that represent them, Violet, Pink, Gray and Black. All the stones were made from materials that are not from the land nor the world.

One day as some of the farmers were working in the fields, then they were attacked by bandits. Many were killed, the Elder made the choice to perform the ritual and summon the gods. So on that night the ritual was performed and as the stones glowed in radiant light, the bandits return to kill everyone. But they were faced with four, unusual people. Each of them had a single color from the stones for their hair and clothes. One stones was implanted into the palm of their left hands. The bandits did not dare to move at the sight of them, they were afraid of these four women. Two of them stepped forward, readying themselves to fight.

One women with long Violet hair pulled out what a sword but this one was made from the finest steel. It was unbreakable and had a special power that flowed through the sword, it showed her power. In one swing of her blade she cut down over a hundred of the men. She seemed satisfied by the numbers.

The next one that had short, pixie style Pink hair, wielding a long spear made from the strongest bamboo and a raze sharp tip on the end. Since she was the youngest, they believed that she would be the weakest but that wasn't the case. A small, sharp blade came out on the ends and began to slice her way through the enemy. She was the cutest of the four women but that did not mean she needed protection from the others.

The other two remain behind, they were the ones who wanted nothing to do with the fighting. But when a large number of bandits came right for them, the Black and Gray haired girls decided to fight.

Gray moved towards higher ground to get a better view of the battle. She drew out a shimmering bow and arrows. Aiming them at her enemies, the arrows never missed their target. She drew back her bow and fired, hitting ten targets in one shot. She stood up and fired at a group of hundred, killing them all. She smiled at her success in killing her enemy. So sat back and watched her sisters do their thing.

Black stood straight and raised her right hand into the air. From the ground emerged these black thorns anyone had ever seen. They entangled the enemy, cutting them and draining them of their blood. When the thorns dropped the bodies, the ground was stained with the deepest shade of red. More men came towards her, the thorns formed a cage around her body, protecting her. Then she pulled out a weapon that would strike fear into anyone. It was a staff with one curved blade on one end and a spear on the other. While fighting she remained calm and relaxed, moving with the flow of her enchanted weapon. She truly was someone to fear, when she was done she remained as her calm self like nothing had changed her emotions. She stood back up and turned around to see all the villagers moving away from her, even they feared her.

Once the fight was over the women regrouped and returned to the villagers. They were praised and thanked for their work but everyone kept their distance. They wouldn't touch them, they were thought to be the real Gods that they worshipped. In the native language, the Violet one was approached by the Elder and all four sisters could understand the language. Violet stood straight up, showing her grace and elegant aura.

"I am Kilca, the Violet Queen. Eldest Sister of the Ten Queens." She said placing her hand on her chest, giving them a little bow.
"This one is Mana, the Pink Queen. Youngest of the Ten." She said pointing at the short girl, she waved at them with a bright smile.
"That one is Saile, Gray Queen. She is the Seventh Queen." Kilca said pointing at her sister, she stood straight up with her bow in hand and bowed her head.
"And that is the Black Queen, Aracon. Second Queen of the Ten." She pointed at Aracon, who was leaning against the trunk of a tree. She had a dark aura around her, many did not look at her long. After Kilca introduced everyone she became serious.
"To make things perfectly clear, we are not of this world. We have come from a place that has been consumed by death, violence and war. We have come here to start a new life, we will show you our ways. You will become the center of our new world." Kilca said and everyone got on their knees, bowing their heads.