Eons ago, there was a boy. This boy was an orphan, and he was no different from the other peasants in his village, until he reached the age of twelve, and people started to realise that there was something very, very, wrong with him. He had no friends, seeing as nobody wanted to befriend the lonely orphan boy, and so he was left alone, with no one but his dark, twisted imagination to play with.
The boy would visit this one particular oak tree which happened to be in the burial grounds of his village every single day, and he claimed, that that tree was positioned at the very center of the earth, although of course nobody believed him - why would they, when they all thought that it was just another one of his silly imaginings? On the day he turned eighteen, he visited the tree at the stroke of midnight, except this time, something was different. The village and the surrounding woods were eerily silent, a rare phenomenon, and as the boy with hair as black as a raven's sat down in front of the tree, the full moon that was strangely prominent that night reflected the thick red substance that coated his hands, his hair, his entire body. A dull thud rang throughout the burial grounds as a blood-coated butcher's knife fell from the boy's hands while he was swallowed by darkness that poured out of the earth, and that was when it all started - that was when the earth started to fall apart.
Bodies. That was what they had found a moon later, when a hunting party stumbled upon the village the boy was from. Hundreds and hundreds of corpses, with dismembered heads and body parts lying here and there. While they were distracted by the horrifying sight, the boy who wasn't quite a boy anymore, came up behind them, his eyes the deepest shade of black and darkness radiating out from his body. He spared no one, not even the little child they had with them.
The world despaired, as soon, entire nations and continents were claimed by this dark being, a living creation of the people's worst nightmares. He was known as the Dark King overtime, his true name forgotten as centuries went by and the people who weren't part of his Shadow Army lived in fear that one day, he would come for them, for no one was safe from the Dark King's reign.
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The wails of a newborn child pierced the silence of the village of Tribe Veloris and not a moment later, warriors, maidens and elderly alike who had been waiting with baited breath outside the tent of the karalis and the karaliene let out elated cries of ecstasy, some even shedding tears at the lovely sound that signified new life, as they could feel it, with all their hearts, that this child would be their saviour, and their only hope in defeating the darkness.
The gentle voice of a mother followed the baby's cries that grew louder by the second, and try as she might, the queen just could not calm her wailing child down, as the scent of burning flesh suddenly flooded the tent. The queen let out a cry as she hurriedly pulled back the blankets from her baby to seek the source of the horrid smell, and as soon as she found it, she didn't know whether to be distraught or elated when her cerulean eyes landed upon the crescent-shaped mark of luna slowly burning its way into her daughter's right wrist, marking her as the Goddess of Luna's first chosen saviour.
// A.N. hey guys, so I decided to give writing a book another go, although this one's probably going to be a short story, since once the school year starts again I'm going to be swamped with academic studies and such so I won't have much time to write. I hope you enjoy this story :)
