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The land of Dura is a peaceful place, ruled by four kingdoms surrounding the land of witches. The kingdoms all bow to the witch who brought them peace, Lady. How does your story unfold?
You were walking through the woods of Musica, after hearing an old lady tell her grandkids about a story:
"There's someone even Lady bows to, and not just from respect. Theres old tales Lady tells of her King, who sent her to our domain to bring us peace and keep the land United. The King is the last of the gods, let me tell you of her story.
There were gods, long before the kingdoms. They were children when the land was made, and played together, the ocean was their bath, and the desert was their sandbox. One day, they matured, and the eldest brother claimed the spot of leader. At first they didn't mind, and continued to play, but soon the eldest tired of games, and told them to stop. The Youngest had made life, smiling fondly at the animals and plants, but the eldest called it a silly game and told her to rid of them. She couldn't bare to rid of her precious toys, and put them on the land, making peoples to care for them when she couldn't. One day, she was walking through a town, and fell for one of the people, who had pale white wings and gorgeous blue eyes. She grew fond of him, and made more people like him so he would be happy, and claimed these people as Angels, who treated her as their mother. The eldest god didn't like this, and killed the Angels, the youngest only saving one child and fleeing to the land. She was claimed the King of the lands and treated all peoples with love, the angel she saved was raised as a beautiful warrior, and loved the youngest god as a mother. The eldest God hated what his sister had done to the land, and attempted to destroy it. The youngest God left her beloved angel behind, and returned to the skies. With her blade in hand and tears on her face, and slayed her elder brother so her creations could live. When the war was done, she had one, and fell to her knees with loud sobbing, the sky turning grey and thunder cracking at her misery.
She is still known as the King of Songs, and visits the land to see her creations. She walks in the deep forest, singing to herself, as she went mad from losing her beloved brother and her lovely Angels."
Just as you finished thinking about the story, you realized you had gotten lost in the forest. You started to hear a distant humming, then singing....
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