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“I don’t understand? Mirror bitch, *sigh* Zamora, said that one was a copy and the other was a fake?” I questioned.
“I don't know why, but considering the timing it certainly is puzzling.” He said scratching his beard.
“What do you mean considering the timing?” I asked.
“Don't you know?” He gave me a questioning look.
“No, why what's going on?” I asked.
“How can you...your a non-fae. You don't celebrate the dragons festival.” He said realizing what was wrong.
“What is the dragons festival.” I ask.
“The dragons festival is the day the dragons descended upon the fae realms. It marks the day that fae kind found a new home on Ryalia.” He said proudly.
“Do tell.” Interested in the history of the dragon.
Every fae child knows this story, and maybe even some of your scholars. Once, thousands of years ago the 7 fae lifeworlds we're drifting in space still looking for a place to call home. They had sensed a new planet teeming with bountiful oceans and, blazing volcanos, windy plains and rich underground caverns and earth. The fae had thought that they had finally found a home, but when they approached the world they were suddenly surrounded by a host of strange creatures.
They called themselves the dragons and claimed the world as theirs to keep. The fae, outmatched and weary from their travels, would have been no match for the dragons should they attempt to take the world by force yet they could not leave because they were so badly in need of a new home or the would perish. One young dragonling saw their need and asked the Dragon God to give the fae permission to stay. He said that they could not stay and not give anything back. The God asked if they had anything to offer that could possibly be of value to the dragons.
The fae offered the only thing they had, knowledge. Advanced mana manipulation, Applied energy, Formation arts. Fae’s came from a mana based world so compared to the dragons who would simply blast their opponent with elemental mana. Mana can be imbued with elements either naturally or artificially. For example natural fire attribute mana can be found in a volcano. Artificial Attribute mana is neutral mana that is given an attribute like how dragons take in mana and convert it to their own element and expel it in a breath attack.
The level of skill in mana use between dragons and the fae can be compared to the dragons using a brick to hit a nail while the fae are using a nail gun. The Dragon God gladly accepted their offer with the consent of the other gods and the creation of the Ancient laws, and the fae were allowed to anchor their lifeworlds to Ryalia.
After he finished explaining things I was still a bit confused about what this has to do with Zamora.
“Why does this matter!” I asked not getting the point.
“It matters because soon the dragons will be making their 500 year appearance in the fae capitals to renew their agreement with the fae.” he said.
Dragons...Unbeatable creatures. Thier fast, heavily armored, fangs, claws and elemental attacks. Resistant to every kind of attack imaginable and innumerable. The top predators of the world, but why does Zamora want anything to do with a dragon?
“What is she up too?” he said?
“Well she gave Mirana and me a list of things to collect but we didn’t finish. I think she's building a monster or something though.” I said.
He looked troubled.
“What sort of things did she have you collect?” he asked.
“Mostly monster parts but there are some weird ones like the dungeon core and the final boss ALIVE! Can you believe it, ALIVE.”
“Do you have the list? Can you show me?” he asked
“Not in the physical realm remember. But I think I can remember most of what was on it.” I said. 300 INT at least improves my memory...maybe.
I quickly list off the items I could remember which was most of it. A few times he asked for clarification and the more I said the worse his expression got.
“This...So many monster parts. Even if the quality of them are inferior to real monsters they still retain some of the power of their rank. And the dungeon core...” he said.
“What do you mean real monster?” I ask.
“Well you see apart from me and my friends all the monsters here are not real. And I use the term monster instead of Demonic animal for a reason. Everything you see and touch here is fake, an illusion.” he said matter of factly.
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“It's better to continue my story so you understand the circumstances.” he said.
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Ever since me and Hina had gotten married, both The boulder kingdom and Tornado kingdom prospered. The chaos beasts were driven out by the Boulder kingdom army with me leading them. I gained popularity for my marriage and was blessed with twin daughters not long after.
Zamora and Mirana, both possessing dual attributes of Wind and Earth, two conflicting elements, were born on a clear starry night. The twins were inseparable from the moment they were born. Mirana took after her mother and was kind and gentle while Zamora took after me, namely in her tastes for a fight. Zamora wanted to become an elite and vowed to surpass me to which I was extremely proud. Mirana went and studied the other Factions culture in order to become a diplomat. Everything was peaceful but even the sun sets in paradise.
It happened in my 124th year of reign. It was the coming of age ceremony for the twins were they would be eligible to enlist in the Elites as in Zamora’s case or train to become a diplomat in Mirana’s case. At the apex of the ceremony when the girls were dissolving their child mana marks and receiving their adult marks when there was a sudden flash and in the center of the room appeared an old fae. He was the Overlord Elite hermit that refused the world. He stood in the center of the room glaring at my two children. The crowd look on to see what the hermit was doing interrupting the ceremony.
“Barchus, why do you intrude on this ceremony.” I standing and questioning him.
The old hermit was glaring at Zamora who was glaring back with Mirana behind her back.
“My king, I must come to congratulate your daughters on reaching adulthood after all. I thought while I was here I might give you a friendly warning.” he said.
I was not happy. He comes in here with mock praise and a warning. If there wasn’t innocent bystanders that could get hurt around I would demand compensation. Usually we just tolerate each other but this is too overbearing.
“Barchus, for peace sake I suggest you leave immediately.” I advised him.
“Oh but I have so much more to share.” he said.
He turned and faced the crowd.
“Listen to me fae of the realm. This ruler who went against the Ancient laws will be cursed by fate and all who fall under his banner. Your cities shall crumble and children weep, for the tools of your destruction have grown to maturity and your fate sealed. Your mistake for ignoring the ancient ones will cost you your lives and your kingdom but most above all, the ones you hold dear.” he said pointing accusingly at my two daughters.
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The next thing he did surprised us all. He reached into his robe and pulled out a magical dagger and turned to face me. I readied for an attack on my family but the attack never came. Instead he plunged the dagger into his own mana core killing himself instantly.
Shock. Fear. Pandemonium. The whole room was in uproar. One individual picked up the dagger and thrust it at Zamora to which she then proceeded to break his arm. The ceremony was canceled and the castle put on lockdown. Nobody in to see the royal family unless you were called upon. I gathered my most trusted lords and family to discuss what to be done. It was decided to send the the girls and my wife away for the time being for their own protection and I was assigned a full division of Elites to act as my bodyguards.
The official story put out was that the old man had gone insane in his isolation and was spewing nothing but folly and nonsense. Everyone tried to laugh it off and make jokes about how foolish he was and how he had gone bonkers, but the jokes and excuses did not convince everyone. Many business and trade companies that once dotted the capital had started shifting their efforts to the Mountain kingdom for fear of their businesses. The economy got worse and everyone was affected. Threats of chaos beasts came up again but the powerful armies Boulder Kingdom once had had shrank and lost its former glory.
The Tornado kingdom was overrun and the refugees from the kingdom were brought to the Boulder kingdom which further stressed the nation. The citizens were rioted and caused me no rest. It wasn’t until during a peaceful protest that people started thinking back to the prophecy that the Old hermit had been sprouting. The common word going around was that the whole country was cursed because the king had ignored the laws and sired children between factions.
The queen and the twin sisters had been moved to the castle Marmoreal castle. It was one of the strongholds that remained unhindered by the collapse of the country. The queen had been suffering from horrible nightmares and visions each night growing more and more weary until she refused to go outside. The sisters who were once inseparable now resented each other. Zamora, cooped up in the castle all day, would sneak out at night and enter the local town partying and fighting in the arena until the wee hours of the morning. More than one time Mirana had to track her down and bring her back to the castle dead drunk or bursting with a lust for battle.
Mirana was saddened at the fall of her country and wished for it to once more rise but only in a dream would she see it happen. She resented the fact that her sister was irresponsibly partying away when the country that they had grown up in went to the crows and became disgusted and Zamora said that the fall of the kingdom was a matter of time and told her sister she should stop resisting.
My wife became weak and ill and my daughters who I loved fought. The kingdom was ridden with rebels who wished to pull me down from my throne and I was losing hope. One day a messenger came and told me castle Marmoreal had come under attack by rebel forces. I gathered my bodyguards and whatever forces still loyal to me and hurried to my family.
When we arrived though it was too late. The rebels had tried to break down the gate and enter the castle but Mirana, my little girl, had tried to calm the crowd and peacefully settle the incident like the diplomat she never got to be. The rebels had killed her and hung her body on a stake and paraded her around the castle walls. Zamora, seeing her sister's body, had become enraged. Even if she had been weak she had wanted to try and reconcile after the kingdom fell and maybe start over. But her foolish sister had gone and killed herself all for nothing. Even if the enemy had 15 thousand faes, almost half of them Elites, she took her revenge and killed their commander.
Originally the goal of the rebels was to take the queen and princesses hostage and force the king off the throne, but his subordinates had made poor decisions and kill both princesses either by accident or intentionally, slain with the same dagger that the Old Hermit had used to kill himself. The King arrived to find his daughter's dead and the castle under siege.
In my rage I could not discern friend from foe and slaughtered uncontrolled without match throughout the battlefield. The power of an Overlord Elite can destroy a country and in my rage I let forth a terrifying scream. The power of the earth ran rampant throughout the country causing the ground to shake and large crevices to open. The kingdom's collapse in on both physically and metaphorically. Any survivors either died to monsters or unnatural causes. Marmoreal castle at the center of the disaster had miraculously survived due me coming to my senses.
Everyone was dead. I looked around the battlefield staring at all the destruction and damage caused to the land. Everything in all directions was covered in red and bodies lay in trees, on top of walls, and in the ground. I walked around the castle eventually sensing my wife who had been locked in her room still alive despite all the death and destruction around. I went to her bedside and found her to barely be breathing.
“Hina…” I sobbed uncontrollably.
“Solomon…” she said. Still saying little till the very end.
“I-I didn’t want it to be like this. I didn’t want this for you, for us.” I cried.
“I...wanted our family...to be together forever.” she said the light in her eyes dimming.
“I…” I tried to speak but I couldn’t.
“Solomon...Help me.” she asked.
I looked at her questioningly and felt the mana in the air shift. The world around the shimmered and shined, the castle changed its appearance and the land flashed and became anew. The bodies all over began to change shape losing their shape and becoming more beast like.
“What...is happening.” I said as I felt the strange mana wash over me.
“Help me...:” my wife said.
I could feel her mana running out and her life draining away even faster. I hurriedly gave her as much mana as I could supply as quickly as I could. The result was the scenery around use changing faster, becoming more beautiful and mysterious.
“Solomon. I have spoken to the gods of this world. He took pity and granted me a wish. I wished
for our family to never be separated, not even by death. Please...forgive me...solomon.” she said her final words
I could feel my wifes lifeforce and my own, which had been severely depleted by battle, waning. With all my mana taken and given to my wife I succumbed to my physical wounds given to me by the people who I had once ruled.
My wifes body glowed and transformed into a beautiful mirror. My soul, which was to return to the Aether(the fae equivalent of Heaven), was instead sucked into the mirror. Inside I found myself in this place. My tomb and final resting place. I found that everything around me was the dungeon my wife had used her last lifeforce to create with the blessing of the god of madness. I could sense my daughters souls were in the same dungeon but I could not leave. The souls of my most trusted aids and lords had come with me insisting on guarding me even in death.
I am the cursed king. The one who broke the rules and was cursed by the damn gods forever. I am the one whose family and kingdom went mad because of my transgressions. I am the madness that consumes the world.