Until My Birthday Brings Us Apart

Chapter One

The Riverdale Kingdom was for many eras blessed by an united population, who cooperated with one another, and protected their sacred land even if that meant their families or loved ones had to be sacrificed. Currently, after an incident that lead to years of war and despair, the Kingdom had been divided into North and South, each with a monarchs who ruled their realm in very divergent ways.

This separation started when two of the most wealthy families of the Riverdale Kingdom were brought upon a disagreement. The Blossom family -who owned a vast empire of Maple trees - accused the Jones family - known for their discoveries on foreign beverages and spices, making them own the local market- of using dark magic to curse the red headed family. Barnabas Blossom, the King at that time, was violently murdered during one of the riots, as well as all the women on the Jones ancestry, making both families swear revenge on each other. From then on, Clifford Blossom, the only son of the deceased king became the new head of state, and evicted anyone who was allied to the Jones to the Southside of Riverdale, the less treated and appealing side of the country. There, Forsythe Pendleton Jones the II was nominated the leader of that area, and the lands were never the same.

During decades the two sides found each other fighting without any apparent reason. Jones was forced to raise his now only son all by himself as is wife, mother and daughter were also killed during that one riot. It was tough to gain the trust of those who crossed to is side, forcefully or not. By the time the young son was ten, they had built a small village, starting from an already half destroyed castle where the two men started to live in. With the art of negotiation, something that ran in the blood of that family, they were able to trade spices for animals, slaves, anything necessary to aid them into building a borough. Soon enough, with the help of an abandoned church and other structures, the Southside was a safe place to live, but its reputation never changed. Many rumours of the trade of opium was spread until it reached the ears of King Clifford, who made sure that the Northsideside was seen as the perfect paradise to habit, and the Southside an accurate representation of hell.

Even if a little bit damaged by the ongoing wars between the battles, the Northside was wealthy. The King was seen as a kind man, who did everything he could to help those in need. Family values were always on the top of his list as his wife and daughter and son, Cheryl Blossom and Jason Blossom were equality treated as the closest entities to God, and should be approach with maximum respect.

It was positive to say that both families contrasted each other on every level. Forsythe Pendleton Jones the III, the next on the Jones lineage, was a sweet young boy who loved to write fantasy stories where his dad was the hero. Covering his black raven hair was always a wool made crown knitted by his mother before she died, and a bracelet made by his talented younger sister who unfairly met the same destiny as his mother. He learned how to work a sword, protect his people like his father had taught him too, so nothing like that haunted day would happen again. The little things about his life were what made him happy: hanging his legs out of the broken half of their castle, whilst reading a book, early in the morning, the only moment when Lady Cooper, the Chancellor of the castle, who usually tutored or accompanied Forsythe so he wouldn't get in trouble while his father was out for long expeditions. This wasn't always a bad thing because Lady Cooper had two beautiful daughters, an older one, Polly, and a younger one, Elizabeth, the prettiest girl this boy had ever seen in his short life. She was curious, adventurous, never able to sit still but he would do anything for her. Polly was mysterious, she often disappeared through the forest most north from the castle, the one that lead to the Northside, the one no one was supposed to get near of.

The two young kids often talked about what had happened. The Coopers had always been there for the Jones, Elizabeth and Forsythe grew together and have been the closest friends since ever, even more now that they were confined to that poor yet growing village.

On the other hand, the Blossoms didn't quite need the help of outside jobs to maintain their golden coin deposits. The Maple tree business was rather an entertainment then an allowance as this lineage as ruled Riverdale way before the accusations and riots. The strong DNA of the family turned them redheaded icons of Riverdale. Cheryl, the eldest daughter of King Clifford and Queen Penelope, was forcefully adored by everyone. She was truly incredibly cold towards anyone who crossed her path, she was taught to be like that. Emotions equal weakness, and you shall not be weak in front of your future empire. Her stare was fierce, her posture was straighter than a plank and her attitude could kill. Her father had made sure that she was ready to take over the throne at any given moment, even when she was just a little princess. Jason was not so much like that. He was soft, caring, a lover not a fighter kind of boy. He liked to get on his horse and ride around the Northside to play with the kids of the Kingdom, or help the ladies at the market, however he was often seen leaving through the forests. Rumour has it that he went to meet with a witch, because everytime the boy came back from his journeys, he looked kinder, softer, and with weird purple marks on his neck. Some even think he carries the plague and that is why the Blossoms ignore him most of the time.

The only time the Blossom princess found herself being as kind as her brother was with the daughter of the head of security and chancellor of the castle, Veronica Lodge. The raven haired girl was similar to Cheryl, her pearl necklace giving her a hint of confidence to act up when needed, managing to always obtain what she intends. Cheryl really valued that about her friend. They usually spent their days training archery or riding their horses, off to discover secret places to make their own, pretending to rule the world.

One day, when the girls were making their way back to the castle, a committee was stationed in front of it, one that they had never seen before. Black horses covered in green leather. Knights well protected by silver armor were holding high flags, with a curved snake on them. A snake to seem to stare into the eyes of whoever walked past. Cheryl and Veronica hurried inside, only to meet a scenery different from what would be expected.

''You are not allowed on this land, snake.'' King Clifford spoke loudly.

''I received your letter. I want to discuss the deal you proposed.'' A man with leather garments and the same snake has before on his back showed the said letter, making the redhead king smile evilly.

Author's Note:

Here is the first chapter of the fanfiction I have been for so long planning! Due to my emotional stability I can't assure you this AU will be good, but I will try my best.

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