Magical Chaos

The proud kingdom of Aerthos. Once a lively and peaceful kingdom. Filled with light and hope. Now not so much. As the wind, once a gentle caress, now howled a mournful dirge across the plains of Aerthos. Gray dust, the insidious breath of the Shadow Blight, swirled around the town of Eldoria, one of the sub-kingdoms in the northernmost location of the kingdom. Ruled by Princess Lyra, the second child to King Theron, sat next to her father's bed watching the last lifeforce flicker in the dying candle as her father life in an awakening sleep. Life goes from his form. News spread across the kingdom. Through every deserted market square that used to bloom with vibrant silks and merchants' joyous chatter, it was now a tomb of muted grays and the rasp of the wind against the crumbling stone. King Theron was dead. The whispers started as a tremor, hushed anxiety among the farmers and townspeople, but now, it’s a roar of silence. Since the news of the last life force left the kingdom's body cold and still. Days later the news still holds out to the people. As the fallen king lay asleep for all eternity on a bed of white roses. Just like his wife beforehand. Darkness seemed to tear across the land. Hidden in the shadows a shade of darkness watched and waited for the right time.Deep in the the hall, considering a soft candle light, four cloaks in black with tears of sadness in their eyes, but one, listening to the prayer of the church, was the four children of the late king, now being laid to rest for all eternity. In the soft corner of the hall, Prince Caius watched as they laid his father to rest. Until a dark entity approached him and whispered to him. For once a peaceful land, now plagued by darkness. Which grows stronger by the day. Only one can save the kingdom now. The true born child will rise with the guardian of light aid in bring back the light.