RainDrop

From ancient times to now, humans, which are called Waurotaes, learned to peacefully coexist with the beast of the lands, Dukraumos (trolls), Gleotedun (goblins), Keapleth (dwarfs), and Qodin (elves). All 6 clans carried a unique stone from the Ancient Goddess of Vaivista that represented each Royal household. One fated night, the Waurotaes Prince decided to take a stroll by the river. He stopped and tripped over a rock, trying to fix his eyes on something moving in the distance. He decided to move closer, stepping midway in the river towards the rustling sound. The moon came from behind the night clouds shining a light on the river. The rustling sound stopped. The Prince stepped back on land staring at the river once more, and to his surprise, a woman with tiny antlers on her head submerged from the river. The water fell effortlessly from her silky black long hair, her ears were pointy, and her violet eyes fixed on the Prince harmlessly. As she came closer, the Prince's face flushed red, and he immediately turned around, taking off his jacket to give her. "Here, you're naked." He stated. The woman stared at his offer, walked past him towards a rock, and sat on it. She then leaned to the side, picked up a white dress, and slipped it on. The Prince did nothing but gaze at her beauty. Her skin was white and plush, the moonlight made it glisten, and it shone like diamonds. "What brings you here, Prince of the Waurotaes?" she said, locking eyes with him. "How do you know I'm a Prince?" he jeered. "An enchantress knows a lot of things." she replied. "Well…" he tried to break the connection, "…..I assume you're right." He slips his jacket back on. "Where are you from exactly?" he finished. "You ask a lot of questions, young Prince." she chuckled. The Prince's face flushed red again, and their eyes locked instantly. Bewitched by her beauty, his heart pounded rapidly, and they spoke the entire night. Night and day came and went. It was like that for a good while. He discovered that he had fallen in love with the Enchantress. While in bed with the Prince, she gave him a glass rose to represent her heart; she then explained that she taught dark magic to a Qodinian princess and did terrible things in her land; she had to flee. If anything was to happen, it'd turn black. The Prince held onto it with his life vowing nothing would happen to her. Over time, she introduced and taught him the practice of dark arts and everything he needed to know. He practiced by restoring some parts of the land. The Enchantress also told him stories about an ancient prophecy of a Qodinian child being born with the favor and kiss of the Goddess Niznja of the ancient Vaivista kingdom in the lands in the North called Qosthotu. She clarified how the substance of eternal life and power lies within the child's bloodstream and the ancient secrets behind the Vaivistaian stones. The young Prince grew an appetite for the prophecy and secrets, thinking how all the clans will bow down to his feet with his new power once obtained. One world order, ruled by the interminable Prince of Waurotaes, is all he thought about. The King and Queen saw the sudden change in their son and confronted the Qodinians council about the practice of dark arts, which is forbidden. Hearing this, the 6 clans came together, turning to the Qodinian Council in their stones. The Council then decided to help banish the Enchantress from the Waurotaes lands. They sent a fake letter forged with the Prince's name, stating to meet him where they first met. Blinded by love, the Enchantress set off to meet her doom. Upon arrival, she was immediately ambuscaded by Waurotaesians soldiers and Qodinians council guards, a highly trained force suited for the mission selected only for the Council's purposes. The Enchantress put up a good fight until the head Council Axule locked her in a stoned coffin of skulls that sealed away her powers and carried her away to a location the Council knew only of. Days have passed, and the Prince is pacing back and forth, wondering where his love could be. His heart ached, he knew something was wrong and rushed to his parents to ask if they had any part of her disappearance, but they denied it, over and over again. The heartbroken Prince leaned on magic for the truth with his enhanced practice. He once again approached them, and the King harshly threatened that he'd disown and banish him so he wouldn't inherit the crown. The Prince looked at his pregnant mother, who looked at him with fearful eyes on what her son had become, then stared at his father with sinister eyes and walked away slowly. Consumed with anguish, hate, and darkness, he, with no hesitation, went into their bed chambers and killed them; he slit his father's throat and ripped the unborn Prince out of his mother's stomach with his bare hands. The corrupt Prince let his mother feel every tear, tug, and rip until she couldn't feel any more. He looked up satisfied, powerful, and pinned the entire act on the Qodinians. Filled with fury and resentment, he yelled from the top of his lungs in anguish. The Prince, who is now crowned King, declared war on the Qodinian Nations. He sent his army to salvage the Qodins knowledge in medicine, government, and all the riches they could put their hands on, but most of all, his love and the stones. The King brought death and destruction where ever he and his army went. All for power. The hate and lust for power transformed him entirely, and it birthed new magic so dark, so evil, they call it 'Klueflul.' Here, his eyes and heart are set on unraveling the secrets of the stones and gaining more power for his exciting plot.