Chapter 1: Prologue
Once, long ago, there was a great and untamed land called Lotharis. This land was home to a myriad of mythical beings all striking a claim within its borders. These claims lead to countless years of spiteful, bloodletting wars that spanned millennia for Lotharis' crown. That left the land awash in the seven lording races blood. Three millennia of endless warfare ended in the span of one year and in the embers of what once, the kingdom of Lotharis rose, ruled by the Elderblood Royals, bringing about many eras of peace and prosperity.
However, this peace did not last, for an unknown evil began to stir in the north beyond the frozen spires of the Dragons Spine causing the earth to shudder and quake from its presence.
That's when he appeared, a creature with curled horns on his head, with white long hair floating behind him with skin as black as death, emerging from the snow-covered ground of the dragon spine, eyes glowing redder than the flames from which he came, wings spreading across the valley's width covering the ground beneath him with shadows darker than the night itself.
When the Tarkammon investigated, they found a group no more than a dozen strong with this creature. It was then the leader of the strange group came forward with an ultimatum, follow his rule, or perish. Tarkammon leader sent a messenger back to warn others as the army laughed at the speech, at which point the mysterious group answered with the decimation of the entire scout regiment of the mystic soldiers in a matter of moments. Gliding towards The Reach is where he came face with the leaders where he convincing them to sign a treaty. The Tarkammon bowed to their new rulers who proclaimed himself the true Elderblood. As the Elderblood was leaving he cast a curse upon the Tarkammon. Blocking their ability to commune with their gods. Insuring they would not dispute against him and his throne.
He traveled south from The Reach, crossing the sands of Sandseitch to reach the people known as the Seetha. They too did not believe the Elderblood and were suffocated by their own sands till they submitted and signed a treaty. Insuring the Seetha wouldn't rise against the throne, he placed a spell causing the desert to be blanketed in a thick sandstorm making it impossible to pass through without suffocating to death, taking the people's ability to navigate through the storms. He travelled further east till he came atop a cliff with salt air brushing against their faces. Waves crashing against the base of the cliff rocks. He dived into the sea and swam to Azurem. A place few could travel to without invitation. The Drowen colony met him and in return were transformed into humans, losing their ability to swim with fins and the sea freezing into ice, forming around Azurem and Squali's. Walls of ice towering around leading from the depths of the ocean to the cliffs. All so the Elderblood could take the throne.
The Urak lived in the Abyss where their armies and strength hid were taken from them in cooperation. Leaving them afraid and defenseless. Relying on the Elderbloods for protection and work. Westward the Zaveli were thrown from their skies, and stripped of their stamina for flying. Leaving them grounded. Falax lost their home town, their pack magic disappearing, leaving them to scatter across the kingdom. North bound Jinsa were disarmed of their storm magic. Leaving them with only their brute strength to defend themselves.
Only after did the Elderblood move to the castle north west of the Abyss Ravine. The Royal Elderblood elite was no match to the strength of this evil. The King the greatest of his race couldn't stop his family from being slaughtered by this evil who claimed to be the true Elderblood. However, there were two girls who had manage to escape and hide in the furthest corners of the realm. Little did they know, they would come face to face with the evil force that drove them from their home.
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