Lexavier
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It was somewhere. Somewhere between nowhere and anywhere. A place that existed that had no earthly right to exist. A Land of verdant greens and lush forests, of trickling brooks and raging waterfalls. A Land of beauty and tranquillity. A Land of Magic. It was in the very soil, in the trees, in the beasts and in the people. Kaliloth had them all, Elves and Dwarves, Trolls and Goblins, Celestials and Demons, you name it - it had a home here. But for all its wonder and majesty, it was a dangerous place. Cities had to constantly safeguard against the wilderness, the peasants were on the verge of revolting and an ancient Dragon was ravaging their homes and livestock. Life here in Kaliloth was bleak.
A rage filled cry echoed from the most iconic structure in Kaliloth. The Royal Castle that stood solitary in the centre of the whole land. Its mossy stone walls were showing signs of decay and the surrounding village was long since abandoned. Another angry cry lifted the birds from the roof of the tower, sending them squawking into the air.
"How dare you! This is my family's castle, you have no right!"
"Now now Young Prince," the man sneered, his voice twisting the title with contempt making it sound more like an insult. "Be reasonable, the castle is becoming unstable, there's no one else left but you and a few... others. Pass this land onto me, I'll make sure you're comfortable, I swear it."
The Prince clenched his fists into balls of anger. The man before him didn't believe, no-one did any more, except himself. Not even his companions really, they only stayed because of him. He inhaled deeply, feeling the courage that his ancestry was noted for. "I said No!"
The Man's fake smile slipped away in an instant. "You foolish boy!" he snapped. "You and your family before you. The law that your Great Grandmother passed has killed this land. Why can't you get it through your thick head, no-one is coming. The Land of Earth is a myth. There will be no more Queens, and you will waste away in this castle alone, just like your Father did."
The Prince's face turned purple, literally his whole body turned a deep purple as his rage made him lose control of his abilities. A tear rolled down his cheek as he glared with his yellow orbs. "Get... Out..." he said, trying to keep his voice level. The Man backed away with a start, before composing himself and bowing slightly, mockingly. In a flurry of red robes, he disappeared through the door, his sandled footsteps echoing down the stairs.
The Prince's skin returned to a flush pink, his hair turning from the purple to soft golden locks. His handsome face was still stained by that single tear as he slumped down on the bed, despair overcoming him. A few moments later the door softly clicked open and a kindly old man in a simple black robe sat silently beside his charge, gently putting his arm around the boy.
He allowed this for a few minutes, letting himself swim in the memories of being a child. But he could not linger, he was a man now. He pulled herself together and tried his best to smile, but it didn't last long on his face. "Oh Balti. What are we doing? Perhaps Hiphotto is right, maybe this is all a fantasy."
The old man couldn't help but smile. "I will tell you what I once told your Father. The great Wizard was never wrong in the past, and you must stay strong, for the good of the Land. Your Queen will come, I promise you, and together you will restore this land to its former glory."
It was somewhere. Somewhere between nowhere and anywhere. A place that existed that had no earthly right to exist. A Land of verdant greens and lush forests, of trickling brooks and raging waterfalls. A Land of beauty and tranquillity. A Land of Magic. It was in the very soil, in the trees, in the beasts and in the people. Kaliloth had them all, Elves and Dwarves, Trolls and Goblins, Celestials and Demons, you name it - it had a home here. But for all its wonder and majesty, it was a dangerous place. Cities had to constantly safeguard against the wilderness, the peasants were on the verge of revolting and an ancient Dragon was ravaging their homes and livestock. Life here in Kaliloth was bleak.
A rage filled cry echoed from the most iconic structure in Kaliloth. The Royal Castle that stood solitary in the centre of the whole land. Its mossy stone walls were showing signs of decay and the surrounding village was long since abandoned. Another angry cry lifted the birds from the roof of the tower, sending them squawking into the air.
"How dare you! This is my family's castle, you have no right!"
"Now now Young Prince," the man sneered, his voice twisting the title with contempt making it sound more like an insult. "Be reasonable, the castle is becoming unstable, there's no one else left but you and a few... others. Pass this land onto me, I'll make sure you're comfortable, I swear it."
The Prince clenched his fists into balls of anger. The man before him didn't believe, no-one did any more, except himself. Not even his companions really, they only stayed because of him. He inhaled deeply, feeling the courage that his ancestry was noted for. "I said No!"
The Man's fake smile slipped away in an instant. "You foolish boy!" he snapped. "You and your family before you. The law that your Great Grandmother passed has killed this land. Why can't you get it through your thick head, no-one is coming. The Land of Earth is a myth. There will be no more Queens, and you will waste away in this castle alone, just like your Father did."
The Prince's face turned purple, literally his whole body turned a deep purple as his rage made him lose control of his abilities. A tear rolled down his cheek as he glared with his yellow orbs. "Get... Out..." he said, trying to keep his voice level. The Man backed away with a start, before composing himself and bowing slightly, mockingly. In a flurry of red robes, he disappeared through the door, his sandled footsteps echoing down the stairs.
The Prince's skin returned to a flush pink, his hair turning from the purple to soft golden locks. His handsome face was still stained by that single tear as he slumped down on the bed, despair overcoming him. A few moments later the door softly clicked open and a kindly old man in a simple black robe sat silently beside his charge, gently putting his arm around the boy.
He allowed this for a few minutes, letting himself swim in the memories of being a child. But he could not linger, he was a man now. He pulled herself together and tried his best to smile, but it didn't last long on his face. "Oh Balti. What are we doing? Perhaps Hiphotto is right, maybe this is all a fantasy."
The old man couldn't help but smile. "I will tell you what I once told your Father. The great Wizard was never wrong in the past, and you must stay strong, for the good of the Land. Your Queen will come, I promise you, and together you will restore this land to its former glory."
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