A God's Admiration.

Prologue - The Prince of Storm

Tales are told of a Prince, one who's smile could light up a room, who's eyes were as gorgeous as diamonds. His name? As fitting as he; Zuri, the name of beauty and faith. There was not a soul who hadn't admired him, lusted and cried for this Prince. With golden hair that shone like a beach in the morning rays of the sun, with irises reminiscent of ivory and storms, skin without blemish and a stature that had women swooning where they stood.

This boy was not just a Prince, no, he was an heir. And not just that, he was blessed by the deities themselves. As a child, the King and Queen would whisper about him being a gift from the Star God himself. That no soul this perfect could be a coincidence, that he was destined to remake his kingdom and bring them back into the era of wealth and prosperity. And Zuri did just that.

At only 14 years of age, the young Prince had rejuvenated the lands and not a single complaint was heard. The kingdom adored this boy, the boy who'd single-handedly restored peace to a war-torn county. All was calm, no whirling storm off in the distance to disrupt their utopia. That was, you see, until the Prince was betrothed.

See, a certain Deity had taken interest in the Star God's creation. Who was this? None other than the God of Shadows, Death, Misfortune and much more. Maveth himself was keen to take this Prince for himself, ever the greedy soul. He'd planned to whisk the young sire away to his lands down below, offer him a place in the depths it's self, and a position much mightier than King.

His plans were disrupted, when the King and Queen had betrothed Zuri to a Princess named Ila, who was the heir to the Throne of Fire. In hindsight, it was a good idea. The Kingdom of Storms having a bond with the Kingdom of Fire, two lands who'd been at war for eons. Peace being restored would mean fortune for both counties, so they agreed.

But of course, not all were entertained by this concept. Not only was Maveth bothered by this arrangement, it also hindered the Goddess of Life. Being the eldest of the triplets of fate, her younger siblings often came to her with their complaints. And she couldn't bear to see her baby brother in such distress. So, she made a way to fix it, as she always did. After calling in their middle sibling, the Deity of Prophecy, she requested a favor. To see the future of Zuri and Ila's marriage, and decide if she should intervene.

Now, the Deity of Prophecy was a tricky one. Karma, the Deity, was not one who liked order or peace. Even so, they were hesitant to comply to their sister's demands. The Goddess of Life, Vida, had always been intense. Nobody but her siblings knew why, and due to it, Karma wasn't all up for looking to the future for her.

Though, even when Karma looked, what she saw confused her. There was no ending. No finale. That meant that it was out of anyone's hands, and even the triplets of fate could do nothing for it. The Prince's life was his own to pave, but many subconsciously tried to change the truth of his fate. But no matter how hard they try, the Star God's creation was not one to waver.

Zuri, Prince of the Storm, would not be changed by anyone but himself.