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Prologue- The Beginning of the End

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Prologue: (500 years Ago) P.O.V

It all started with a couple of words. A collection of these small, insignificant words that together began  something incredible. Together they manipulated the thread of fate, making it so that some day, the balance of power within the courts would tip. These words, similar to their individual importance, were uttered from the mouth of an insignificant individual. The race of people call Drenaxes, the wielder of auras, with no wealth or preponderance. The women from this race, having a closer connection to what some would call fate or destiny, this single individual would mark the lives of many, would break apart and bring together both the humans in Terra Vivir and those supernatural beings in Terra Morte.

This remarkable day took place in what humans called the 16th century, when the world was starting to discover itself. The King of the  Poderoso court resided contentedly within his chambers waiting in anticipation for the hunt to begin. He yearned to cross the portal, connecting the two worlds together. He ached to press his fangs deep into the veins of an innocent mortal. But apparently this rampant yearning would have to wait. For at that moment, the village Drenaxe, Sheila, came thundering through his door. This, being a rare sight, a commoner in the Royal chambers, came as a shock to the King. Infuriated by the women's impertence, the King found himself immediately in front of her, his deep brown eyes ridden with anger.

“Who are you to approach my chambers unannounced.” the fumed, white hot rage pouring from his words.

But Sheila didn’t seem to hear him. Instead she was under a daze. The whites of her eyes seemed to glow with a pale fluorescence  while her wirery grey hair seemed to rise, as though reaching upwards towards the heavens. Confused and further angered by the woman’s appearance the King opened his mouth to let loose another chain of vehement fury. Instead he was cut off by Sheila’s unnaturally dreamy voice, that seemed to fill the entire space of the room, travelling through and invading every nook and cranny until all other noise was immersed in its power.

5 centuries from now, a month from this day

A child shall be born, amidst the power play

From Terra Morte, from the land of death

In Terra Vivir she’ll take her first breath

An ancient feud shall arise, between this and yonder court

And she, at the age of 6 and 10 years, shall be dearly sought

For she alone, holds the key

Between this lands death or prosperity

As if struck by a vicious blow, the King lost hold of his usual merciless facade. His emotions, habitually encased in some dark pit deep within him seemed to flash across his face, revealing his initial confusion only momentarily before  morphing into pure outrage. Knowing that what a Drenaxe speaks sets the future in stone, with a ferocious snarl startling Sheila out of her daze, the King tempestuously replied “You, you indigent little imbecile. What have you done, take it back, I demand it.”

“Sir, my King, I am sorry for what you shall lose but I have spoken that of this world’s future and there is no hope in changing it. To alter the future is to break the blanket of time and I refuse. So my King, I tell you now, for we do not know when such a momentous event will begin. The more deadly the battle. The sweeter the victory.”