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Greed, jealousy, deceit. These are all ill emotions given off by those who believe themselves to deserve something, or be better than someone. Unfortunately, most people of power have these traits, and abuse them down to the very bone. Allan Rose, and his family suffered first hand by a person cursed with this disease. When the king's wife, and youngest child Fable, disappeared, Allan and his older brother Nikolai, went out to search for them. By pure luck they were able to find them, but what they witnessed when they did, sent a little more than a chill down their spines. From that day forward a great depression would befall the kingdom. Written down in the book of unfortunate events, would be the youngest prince's death at the hands of his own mother, who had become a witch. Six long years after this event, witches attacked the kingdom once again. This finally drove Allan, and his older brother Nikolai, to gain the courage to seek out the ones behind these attacks on their family. They traveled outside of the kingdom, and even further out of the country of Meridian. This was the only country accepted by the four main kingdoms of the world, and outside of there would be considered the old lands. Treacherous, and mostly unexplored, the old lands was a place parents told their children to never go near. If they had, the creatures of the unknown would get them, but of course this was exactly where the boys had to go. A strange teacher who called himself their uncle, a short tempered fairy, and a legendary man from childhood stories helped them along the way. If it wasn't for them, on many different occasions the boys would have most definitely failed, and even worse, died. But having companions wasn't the only thing needed to solve this crime, dreams. Yes dreams, Allan had strangely begun to experience vivid lucid dreams after the attack on the kingdom. There he was met with the souls of the deceased, who helped him learn the truth behind a friendship based on jealousy, and a woman with an extreme craving for power. With both of these solutions helping them along their way, finding the culprit behind these attack became exceedingly easy, but when faced with the enemy, Allan became out of control. Hatred, sadness, and revenge pumped through his veins, and forcefully emitted from his body. This drove him to strike down on the enemy, but nothing went as planned. The enemy had one last trick up her sleeve, and with that changed the tides of the battle. After many blows, and exchanges of a battle drawn out too long, the enemy finally met their fate by an overwhelming fire. He came when they needed him most, with fiery black eyes, a body of flames, and a change of heart. This was the man of legends, and he was the essence of fire.
Trees, and flowers, and everything else in nature's bounty made up the deep forest in which a mother and child traveled through. Glistening beads of rolling sweat reflected the tangerine aroma of the setting sun, with the turbulent wind pushing the beads across their faces. Yet, weightless beds of leaves sat on the ground, for there was no wind strong enough to bring them afloat.
The woman took quick breaths, as she periodically looked behind her, and then at the child. She was running in desperate notions, and in her wake lied small splatters of blood. Crimson thick dots that would soon begin to make their way down the leaves they fell on.
Her once blue dress was torn in various places, leaving parts of her body to be uncovered, but despite that. There were no wounds. Grinding sounds of distressed teeth came from the carrot top woman, and soft huffs and puffs from the silent boy behind her.
His lips that were just a bit swollen, and busted open struggled to copy his eyes and stay shut. With a deep breath he finally managed to fully open them and slightly whimper, and as soon as he did, his mother became aware. She glared down at him with a piercing look that is only giving to those you hate.
then a whipping smack took the presence of the silent forest, and right after followed a soft thud. Splatters of blood now decorated the once clean leaves around them, and the child laid knocked senseless on the ground. Before him stood his mother, covered by the smothering shadows of the setting sun.
The following night was dark, but the magic was darker. Whistling wind blew through the deep forest trees as the clouds began to fold together. Creaking from the wind, an old cabin stood alone surrounded by trees.
From the cabin's shattered window, a noticeable light had dyed down. It had no visible door, and from amidst that opening a figure began to emerge. This hooded being seemed to carry something wrapped in clothe. "Earie!" She screamed, and a bolt of forbidden magic struck to the sky.
Subtly, it began to drizzle, and that drizzle became a downpour. Lightning struck numerous areas of the forest, and the sound of thunder came soon after. Even still, a faint sound could be heard through even the trees and rain. It was a child's cry.
