once long long ago in a land named Ablion there where three main kingdoms two ruled by two sisters, the north was ruled by a queen who got to power by seducing kings and killing them in their sleep on the night of the honeymoon. the queen of the south got to power by war, she would go to war with a kingdom and her army would devastate the opposing army. They never lost. one queen would focus on looks and the other in skill and brains. Both queens used magic one used ice and the other would use her blood. but this is not their tale but of a group who managed to bring them down and bring joy to the whole land and put their kingdom at number one. this is the tale of of 8 young heroes. but this is not a tale of joy for in the in 7 of them die and the last is brushed off not to be remembered.
But our heroes are not alone, for the gods tired of the queens, aided them. they whisper to their children giving them advice, bestowing them legendary weapons. a rare event that all 11 gods come together.
you may be asking who I am, that is simple I am the one who saw it all. No I am not the last hero, Nor am I one of the gods. I...I am the one who sent the children to their deaths, I am the one who put the idea in their heads. I am the one who aided them. and I did it for fun, I did not care about the queens, if I wanted to I could have killed them easily, I did it because I wanted to have fun, in over 100000 years before the queens where even born I grew bored of the world, and those 8 kids seemed promising, but at the day that it all ended I cried for the first time since my eyes were cut out. I tell this because the memories still haunt me.
