Lucy's Locket.

[ PROLOGUE ] - LUCY'S LOCKET

There once was a woman, her hair so long it almost ran to her feet. She belonged to the forest life of the Enchantraverse, a magical place only the fircest of humans decided to bring their hunt. It had existed long before humanity, a reserved place for only the chosen to root their magic into. Within the Enchantraverse, there was 6 key elements that lived in harmony- taking care of nature and its wildlife together in peace. Nature, Water, Ice and Fire were the 4 of the forest that kept most harmony, yet the 2 other elements prevailed over the rest. These two Elements were the Light and the Dark- and like most classic stories they didn't quite get along. Each element had their leaders, one more powerful after the rest- in the center of the forest where only the magical can make their mark, they rested their full potential. Conjuring the 6 magical portals which would be marked as pocket realms only those of ones predecessor may enter. Yet this woman was stronger than all of the leaders, as pride never consumed her soul to fall into wicked ways. One day, upon exploring the undiscovered paths she thought she knew like the back of her hands- she began to see black corrosion seap into the soil of the forest grounds. Her eyes widened, running to meet with the other rulers of the elements- to channel inner magic deep within your heartline is the key to opening the Enchantraverses stones, as she opened them she could feel her pulse throb throughout her body. The stones emerged from the ground, opening the portal seal for her to enter the sacred land. Upon arrival, she pleaded with the others for a meeting to discuss this magical conundrum. If the Enchantraverse Forest was to wilt and die, so would they, so would magic and so would all of Faerie kind.

Each magic had some form of creature native to it, the Nature folk would be marked as Faerie with their sharped ears and delicate wings. Fire folk would be marked after the Phoenix, mystical markings gracing their bodies as they can burn and be reborn. The people of Ice would be marked after the Arctic Reindeer, most of the time they have more physical traits like beautiful antlers and white eyes. Those of the Water are of the Mermaids & Sirens, gracing the underwater realms and lakes of the forest. The people of the Light were marked as Angelic, having the traits of Angels and divine bliss/power as so. And as for the Dark, they'd not be marked as demonic but rather as some form of Dark Dragons, damned to the land where no light can reach in. But even though they had their powers and differences, they shared one thing that was more powerful than all. Nature's Connection.

If the heart of the forest wilts, so does their lifespan. Every creeping moment of corruption was killing their magic, their bloodlines, and their very souls. The woman in who which we will name Eden, was the first woman to notice. She was also the first woman of the forest, and the one who will be remembered throughout time as legend tells. Eden never belonged to one specific element, she was their mother nature so she wielded them all as her own. Calling all the leaders of the elements, we were met with those who are futurely told as the Original 6.

Khione of Ice
Abilene of Nature
Aguya of Fire
Aegir of Water

Decevian of the Darkness

Luminosa of the Light

The six never got along, being called for such a teidious and sudden meeting meant it had to be important. At the silver lined table they sat, different colored thrones to which they owned and founded gracing their prescense.

" I thank you all for coming, I promise since this is on such short notice I wont try to consume your time. But this is concerning all of our lives, and I understand the history between us is rocky but we need to come together to discuss this. "

Eden called out in a harsh voice, slamming the rotten herbs she had picked as her evidence onto the table for the high ranking ones to view. Of course this caused quite the disturbance, with the 6 etheral beings living amongst the forest all wildlife was eternal and thrived. Water brought the rainstorms, and the Light and Fire brought the warmth in the morning. Nothing ever died in vain, as the hunted would remain as souls or wisps of magical energy in the forest. The gruesome view of the black churned plants caused a silence like none other, before the Seraphim like woman came to a stand.