Prologue: Introductions

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Within ancient tombs it’s said that before the gods left the surface of Elthoraes, they blessed us along the world with gifts to aid us in our survival; knowledge, wisdom, the talent of word, and magic itself as well as life.

Where have the gods gone now? Who do we pose these questions that infatuates the minds of us and our living kin? Who knows, but there are many ideas theorized by the people. Few believe that the gods have forsaken and left us and all living to damnation that we will arise by our own hands eating the world from outside in. The majority, being worshipers, claim that a small portion of the gods are all around us while the preponderance reside within their domain watching and  guiding us onto the right path to ensure that their visions are sought to. Whether it be the unification of all beings, the prosperity of love, or destruction itself. This red thread around our neck known as fate is something we should choose to leave to the superstitious, we choose to decide what happen by and around us with our own free will.

Let the spirits and the world know that we say these not to curse but to state my position in what will come to reveal itself from the shadows.

“Thy is not welcomed within my domain, to consort with those atrocious beast has cast you into damnation. Do not let me see you within my domains wants again or I shall dismember thy into thousandths. HEAVE MY WARNINGS! ” a voice full of disgust sneers.

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Jolting upwards in his bed, covered in his own body perspiration and tear, our heir to the Vaylor house sits their gasping for air. Raising his hands clutched he wipes the sweat and tears away with the silken covers. 

“Same dream again.” he announces to the quietness of his surroundings.

He releases a long sigh full of frustration that could cut down tension between a cow and a plate of steak. Throwing the cover away and shifting off the bed, he moves to leave the room before catching a quick glimpse of his self in the mirror on top of a wardrobe sitting the corner of the room. The candle sitting on the surface flicking just enough to let him see his own reflection. Quickly trotting towards the mirror before standing in front of it.

Aghast at the color of he’s own eyes, he moves closer prying his eyelids open to get a better view of his iris.

‘Holy mother of Eliseas.’ he says to his self in antipathy.

Over the past winters the young lord’s eyes have been changing from a set of light hazel brown to purple that could outshine the auroras in the northern continents. He drops his thin arms to his sides continuing to stare in the mirror. The candles in the room flickering with no care to what shall come on tomorrow.

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“Why could I not have been born normal? Wailerd beard must have cursed me along with his nine sons and daughters.” He speaks out in self-loath while staring at the reflection of the mirror.

The mirror reflecting a young male not even of ten winters yet. Thin not from malnourishment but the constant physical activity that he has taken part in since his fourth winter. Long black hair with streaks of platinum, falling just above his shoulder blades, straight as can be not a strand to be seen out of place. In between the curtain of hair lays a warm face thin lips and a buttoned nose.

A knock interrupting his trance causing him to jump forwards. He falters towards the door unable to decide whether to answer or go back to sleep. Quickly sneaking a peak outside the window the sunlight shines just over the horizon, dark clouds in the sky, snow on the pine trees, and the Agaris blue moon in the sky.

He opens the door to meet with a dark ebony man, burly and upstanding.  Eyes that dance with joy beneath his eyebrows, strong nose and half a dozen scars that tell a thousand stories to the world and its listeners.

“Ah-…. Aunos you’re awake, good. Grab your things and meet me outside near the stables in fifteen minutes. We have to get your lessons out of the way early today your father is taking you, your sister and brother to the prince’s banquet for his coming of age ceremony.” He said.

“Okay Leon, I’ll meet you out in the front.” Aunos nodded showing his understanding.

Leon looked at Aunos while trying to avoid meeting his eyes as much as possible. Running his hands from the base of his temple then through his greying hair he says “Aunos, don’t ponder on what happened in the woods too much it’ll take its toll on you. Fate has set these actions in motion and you cannot stop fate, it’s a bitch with a knife at your neck. You’re just a babe… let these things motivate you to get stronger.”

Aunos giving him the briefest nod, before closing the door with no further reply to his comment. Leaning his back against the door and exhaling for the first time since Leon brought up the topic of what transpired in the woods.

“A broad with a knife to my neck. Wonderful analogy Leon…” he whispered to his self.

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