Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away where the grass was always green and the fires never ran out of wood there were two brother who ruled over the lush land. One brother kind and caring only wanted what was best for the land.While the other, evil and vicious,wanted to use its wealth for something much darker.
The eldest brother who wanted to abuse the land beauty had grown tired of the younger one wanted all the land for himself. One night when the fog has fallen over the hills and the moon had set in the sky the eldest brother scrounge the seeping it's power out from within. Turning the leaves black and withered and the flowers, once bright, pale and ghastly. The youngest one finding out what the oldest had done prompted an army of all the finest men in the kingdom and fought with the eldest.
Lives were lost, family lines seeping back into history. After the years drones on and the fighting ceased to a stop the youngest one came out the victor. The land was pure the color dripping back into the petals on the flowers.
The eldest disappeared. Drawing back into the shadows of the land. Waiting, watching for his next chance to drain the power from the kingdom once more. His followers, corrupt and evil went into hiding with him never to seen again, or so we thought.