Enchanting

Prologue

Since the time man was created to the year 4051, the human race ruled the world. They never acknowledged the existence of the immortal: elves, dragons, fairies, mermaids, and other magical creatures. The immortal beings were disgusted by the way the humans were treating the earth, draining the world of its precious ores, metals, minerals, water, trees, and other resources to power their technology.

One day in the year 3026, a rogue she-dragon attacked the prosperous city of Tokyo, Japan. The dragon was defeated by the armies of the United Kingdom, of which were called for assistance by the leader of Japan. The mythical creature's body was recovered and studied by all sorts of people. All scientists everywhere could not deny that the existence of the so-called legendary beast had just been proved. Before this eye-opening experience, all of the human race believed that magical animals and beings were folk tales and made-up by mad sailors of the sea. And now that dragons were proven real, it pushed everyone into a state of fear, because if dragons were real, then who's to say that the Loch Ness monster wasn't existent, or Kraken, the most feared mythical sea creature, wasn't lurking the depths of the ocean? Everyone across the earth was in panic, and that gave the immortals the perfect opportunity to strike back against the humans.

Years past, and soon the existence of pretty much every magical creature was proven true. In that time, there were many who wanted to destroy the immortals, for they didn't know whose side they were on or what they could do. If that dragon attacked who knew what they would do next? On the other hand, there were also people who supported the mythical folk and wanted to give them a place in their society. If they treated the immortal people as equals, it would diffuse their feelings of anger and loathing towards them.

Unfortunately, the humans eventually became a divided people over the matter, and two governments formed. There became a fourth world war over the matter, but of course sides were unclear and everything was chaotic. This gave the mythical beings the perfect opportunity to strike. While the world was in confusion, they would swoop in and steal the throne.

In the year 4051, the immortals finally made the move that was anticipated among all civilizations: they made war. Soon the humans realized they had to join forces to defeat this unspeakable horror that only happened in fantasy books. Too late they understood what they needed to do, and the magical beasts and beings overtook human civilization. It only took them a matter of weeks, which astounded every army chief. It was rumored that the leader of the attack was the elfing prince, who had murdered his father, the king of the elves, because the prince believed him to be too weak to take action against the human race. He was clearly an image of haughty villainy, but nonetheless, no one could deny his unnaturally eerie appearance. He was a striking image of masculine beauty; a wicked handsome devil. Not to say that the rest of the immortal creatures had also followed in his evil footsteps, most were good-natured and gentle, even some of the dragons had soft hearts.

Over the years during the elf prince's reign, all traces of human existence were disappearing bit by bit. The buildings of futuristic architecture were devoured by the vines, plants, and trees of the earth, a last rebellion against what alien-like towers of technology had taken from the soil of the planet. There were no more cars, planes, buses, trains, or any form of technology to prove that humans lived there. All forms of transportation were by magical animals, or you walked with your own two feet.

As for the human race, all were either slaves or hiding from the elf prince's watchful eye. A secret, underground agency had formed between the humans that had managed to escape discovery. All members were given shelter, but some unfortunately had been exploited and taken into custody. Sadly, the agency split into two different factions, because one night a brawl began between two men, the one who had started the fight was blaming the opposite side of being responsible for all that had to happened to them, and the reason for almost all of human civilization being in captivity was their fault. Their hesitation to wipe out the magical community was an inexcusable mistake that would surely not be forgotten in human history, if humans ever lived that long. The man who was being continually being accused in the brawl eventually died of blood loss, and that triggered the emotions of a young woman in her late teens. That night, something new exploded in her soul, a fire blazed in her chest that refused to die out. She vowed to never to forgive the person who had caused all this: the elven prince. The easiest way to do that? Obvious, kill him.