Realm of Hope is a metaphorical fairy tale for all ages. The Fairytale Story's heroes will be the same as we all, they will love and hate, live and suffer. Hope and Courage opens the doors to all the dreamers and the way to the wonderful world of fa...
As soon as the troll leader became the servant of the "Lady" of the Black Magicians, around the same time on the other side of the stormy ocean, the mage Allwunar gathered his thoughts. He put in order all known facts to him and decided to start his story. Fortunately or unfortunately, the troll leader did not know the truth that will soon become known to all our friends and their guest from a faraway dragon land.
"The time has come to tell everything for you that I have learned during this time and everything known to me at this moment," said Allwunar with slightly sad or just deep thoughtful voice. He looked at the beautiful darkening sky from the window of the castle.
Today Allwunar knew and literally felt with his soul that somewhere, something, somehow evil and unkind happens. But all this feeling and he needed was a strict and concentrated Allwunar. That Allwunar is who received awards and endorsements for the exams on "Magical Practice".
"Yes, that's right! Old friends will not understand or even worse will be afraid of indecision..." thought the mage.
"So what are you trying to tell us about? You're the old intriguer?" asked Daytuarui with a jocular voice.
"Most likely something soon will be written about in the newspapers," said Llila in a low voice and laughed loudly.
'Thank you friends, without you I would not know what I'm a gossip and intriguer," smiled Allwunar weakly and continued. He did not give his friends more time and a chance to encourage him.
"What is it about?" asked Aeron quickly and interested the royal magician.
"Like all stories, my story begins from the very beginning," exhaled and began Allwunar his long story...
History of the beginning.
History, as you all know, always goes back to distant and forgotten times. Long ago, at the beginning of time, the world was different which we know. It was gray, black and angry. Yes, yes, everything was completely alien to our present blooming and beautiful world.
In these distant times, the sun has not yet shone so brightly. The dark fog was spread literally all over the earth and the gray or red shadows whirled in the black as the charcoal sky. These were terrible and black times for all nations and all living beings that could love or give warmth. Everywhere there was hunger, fear, suffering and their harsh companion death. All this was terrible but much worse were those who lived in those distant times. One of the most striking examples was a young and beautiful girl who was accepted as a goddess. By one her gesture, hundreds of towns and villages were burned. For one look at her, they sacrificed their blood and relatives as a sacrifice to the goddess. The rulers of the earth were ready to give all their gold and their possessions for a moment to see her with their own eyes. Actually, "She" was interested in the only power, pain and suffering. For centuries, creatures and nations have died. For centuries, "She" ruled with a cruel hand and sowed everywhere the grains of suffering.
"The blackness of the EvilMountains sprouted for centuries. Over the centuries, our lady ruler has saved us all by her black soul and protected us from the good." The words of the chronicler of those times say so. In this harsh and callous world, survived only those who really were strong in spirit and had a very kind heart. Everyone was afraid of such creatures, they were hated for their belief in good and joy but they were able to change the world and make it beautiful and kind. But, as we all know, every history has a second side of the coin. Free and kind beings gathered together for a long time. They prepared and endured Tyrant for a long time. But the time has come and the world gave them hope. Simultaneously, three heroes of strong spirit challenged "She". Three heroes have stood shoulder to shoulder on the battlefield and wanted to fight for the future of the whole world with a demon-tyrant. One hero was a huge and powerful dragon; he was able to fight several armies of enemies. The second hero was a cunning and dexterous Meerkat; he was a capable strategist and a glorious military leader. The third hero was the strongest magician; he was able to make rain even on the blackest day.
"Happiness and Freedom! Flame and Ice! Passion and Love! Three warriors personified these concepts at this moment and the queen was frightened of them. She led her army thousands of thousands into battle. She wanted to break the spirit of heroes and overcome good forever." There are words from the book of an already unknown chronicler.
For centuries, three heroes confronted the tyrant. They drove out evil and blackness from the land many centuries. For many centuries, they have gone to happiness through battles, sea, wind, fire and oceans but they have achieved their goal. All living creatures called the three heroes, True Gods, for aspiration and faith and began to believe in happiness, joy and good.
The last battle took place at the foot of the Volcano of the EvilMountains; "She" was deprived of power and imprisoned in EvilMountains for centuries...
"Beauty or Power gives rise almost always to the villains, liars and tyrants."
Today, no one knows her name; it has been erased forever by true gods and sealed under a million locks. "She" is so now called her faithful servants, the Black Mages and the Deaf Trolls from the BrokenValley. True gods, as the ancient writings say, not only deprived her of her name, they deprived her of her beautiful maiden body. So that she could no longer tempt and seduce innocent creatures by her appearance. Cunning Gods could find out her secret and shackle her for ever in the body of a terrible and huge spider. Then they enchained her in chains under a spell. So that "She" did not break free until the end of her days and did not poison a life with all her black heart.
"I hope, friends, you enjoyed my story because personally I am very worried about her imprisonment. There are too many coincidences in the events, do not you think?" said Allwunar in a slightly hoarse voice. The mage looked around at his pale friends.
Seconds turned into minutes, well, minutes turned into hours. There was the dawn of a new day. Allwunar was still waiting for a response from his shocked friends.
"History always surprises us if we don't study it and don't aspire to learn," said Aeron III in a low voice. He looked at the beautiful sun and green grass outside the window.
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