Sin of (Lost) Kin: Wishing upon a Sullied Star Let it sing, an ode from a faraway land.
Nordarljós, it was named… a land full of wonder that once instilled a wonder to the eyes of many wanderers,
A wintry wonder this land was filled with, yet looked stunning from the wondrous glow of many colors that spread amongst its night skies above… sparkling,
Aurora Araviksne; most of the natives called it so. And most of the wanderers called it… the Northern Lights,
Either names it held, such was a beauty of nature. Such was the way of nature to compromise with the other side of facade that was frigid cold and barren white, and to appeal the likes of those who both born in here and came here only just to get by while carrying on living… living on this land of a winter wonderland. Even though everywhere was plain in white—blanketed in snow—with hardly any exposed green and warm soil, even in summer. Life, however, endured; births continued. And for many unspoken generations, Life on this winter wonderland remained the same,
Until that one fateful night… when Aurora Araviksne was lingering in the night cloudless skies… shining the long nighttime together with the Stars without the Moon. Such celestial objects shone as well the event that preceded—or rather, the cause of—the collapse of this winter wonderland,
That one fateful night… in which a mysterious woman fell down from the height of the boundless skies, as if born out of the celestial body of a colorful curtain of Aurora Araviksne. A woman with an endearing and voluptuous body, ravishing long white-blonde hair and long-eared. Like a falling star she was, as though coming down from the heaven to this winter wonderland like a falling star so that many people made a wish upon. Such a falling star that should not exist by any means. Because such an existence would soon shatter the peace between the two Realms that had been living in harmony for many untold of centuries,
And soon enough… the two Realms would wage war amongst themselves over the possession of the falling star. A war so devastating that it spared little to no survivors to tell the tale… the tale of a past that was once out there to be found,
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