There was a Royal couple, a King and His Queen.
They have four lovely adorable children, two princes and two princesses.
One day, on the celebration of the anniversary of their Kingdom.
The Evil Witch came and cast her gift to the Royal Kingdom, claiming that it will set her curse upon the child that we will be born in the next five years to come.
From then on, this child will be hers; when this child's right time reaches its right age to held and spilt its blood on the Stone Table to gain the significant power of the Deep Magic.
However, the King and Queen will not waver by the Witch proclamation because they know that they could not bear a child anymore, because the Queen can no longer produce a child anymore.
However, the Witch just laughs about it mockingly.
She challenges the King and Queen that she will be right in her claim.
Then she just vanished while laughing maniacally.
After the Witch declaration to the Royal Family, it spread throughout the entire Kingdom like a wildfire.
It brought chaos, terror, and devastation among the people of the entire Kingdom.
In the realm of Evergrandeur, where azure skies kissed rolling meadows and emerald forests whispered secrets to those who listened, there lived a King and Queen who ruled with hearts of gold. King Richard, a towering figure of wisdom and nobility, was the very embodiment of just governance. His eyes, like polished sapphires, held the dreams of a prosperous kingdom, and his voice, as thunderous as a waterfall, echoed with the hopes of a united people.
Beside him stood Queen Isabella, a beacon of kindness, whose laughter was a melody that danced on the wind. Her touch, like the soft caress of a gentle breeze, brought comfort to the weary hearts of her subjects. Her eyes, a reflection of compassion, saw the beauty in every soul, and her hands, skilled in healing, mended both flesh and spirit.
Together, they were the heart and soul of Evergrandeur, and their love for their land was surpassed only by their love for each other. Their unity was a force that held the kingdom together, a shining example of devotion in the face of adversity.
In the capital city of Grandia, where cobblestone streets glistened like jewels and the scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the perfume of blooming flowers, the people thrived. Artisans crafted intricate jewelry that sparkled like starlight, while bakers fashioned pastries that melted in the mouth like sweet memories. Every corner of Grandia was a testament to the creativity and resilience of its people.
Within the palace walls, the Royal Library stood as a beacon of knowledge and enlightenment. Scholars from across the realm sought solace in its hallowed halls, where ancient tomes whispered forgotten tales and manuscripts told of distant lands. Here, minds flourished, and ideas sparked like the first rays of dawn.
Amidst this tapestry of beauty and unity, the Royal Family flourished. Prince William, the heir to the throne, possessed the courage of a lion and the heart of a diplomat. His eyes, as keen as a hawk's, saw the potential for greatness in every citizen, and his vision was to carry Evergrandeur into a future of prosperity.
Princess Amelia, with her inquisitive spirit and insatiable thirst for knowledge, was the kingdom's scholar. Her nimble fingers turned pages with the grace of a dancer, and her mind, a wellspring of curiosity, sought to uncover the mysteries of the world.
Prince Edward, the adventurer of the family, roamed the kingdom's forests and hills with a laugh that echoed like the cascading waterfalls. His spirit was as untamed as the wilderness he loved, and his boundless energy was an infectious source of joy.
Princess Charlotte, the youngest and the kindest, tended to wounded creatures with a touch that mended more than just flesh and bone. Her heart, a sanctuary of empathy, recognized the pain in all living things, and her hands, gentle as a mother's, soothed the suffering.
Their unity was their strength, a bond forged in love, and a testament to the values that made Evergrandeur thrive.
But beyond the borders of this idyllic kingdom, in a realm veiled in eternal twilight, there existed a world where shadows danced with malevolent glee. The Witch World, a place of sinister enchantment, defied the laws of nature and reality itself.
Here, time flowed erratically, creating a ceaseless dance of stagnation and movement. The landscapes twisted and writhed, echoing the capricious nature of the realm. Sinister forests seemed to reach out with grasping fingers, while valleys whispered secrets best left untold.
At the heart of this enigmatic domain stood the Obsidian Citadel, a fortress of unspeakable darkness. Its walls, like obsidian blades, held the scars of untold horrors and vile experiments. Within its depths, The Evil Witch, a figure shrouded in malevolence, wove intricate schemes and channeled the very essence of darkness to fuel her insatiable hunger for control.
As the moon cast an eerie glow upon the land, creatures of the night emerged from the shadows – the loyal followers of The Evil Witch. Among them were the Shadowbound, ethereal assassins who moved with the silence of whispers, striking fear into the hearts of all who encountered them. The Thorned Sisters, enchantresses of beguiling beauty and sinister intent, manipulated minds and ensnared souls within their intricate illusions.
In the Witch World, legends spoke of an ancient prophecy, a whisper of hope that foretold the rise of a chosen one destined to challenge The Evil Witch's dominion. As the realm of darkness expanded its influence, a battle of epic proportions loomed – a clash between the forces of shadow and the flickering ember of resistance.
Welcome to a tale of two worlds, where the boundaries between light and darkness blur, and where the struggle for control over the very essence of existence unfolds in a mesmerizing tapestry of magic, mystery, and malevolence.
Mischa Kelvin
