When a prince was punished for a sin he committed, he was banished. Cast out to another realm. There, he met a mortal. Their past will be unveiled. Secrets will be opened. History will repeat itself and chaos will rule. Both princes whom are brother...
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During the existence of the universe, realms were formed, extending through the unending abyss. One of them—one where immortals lived, was ruled by a King and Queen. They have raised the realm and their people with passion, knowledge, and power. And once they've nourished their kingdom, the King and Queen decided to build a family.
They had seven off-springs.
Of which, they are called Princes. The royal family as they are known continued to rule the realm to its strongest form, wherein they serve their people with just love and compassion, honing the capability of magic and making it a better place to live in.
The mountains enveloped the kingdom, towering over. There is no day nor night, the sky was filled with billions of stars, blinking endlessly as the shroud of twinkling lights reflects at the majestic sea. The waves of the ocean flowed against the palace walls—it groaned and inside the palace's walls, stood gigantic structures... it hummed as the wind blew. Echoes of metals and weapons rang the air in which the people are being trained.
People.
That is what they ought for, to protect the kingdom and the people that live within.
Eilfir, that is what the realm is called.
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In a far stretched table, young men sat apart, facing each other. Authentic platters consumed the space at the very center, delicacies were spewed over, and the gleaming lights of gold from chandeliers silhouetted. The hum of breeze fumed and a blanket of stars gloomed at the open spaces, where large pillars stood. Almost every corner is made of gold, from the ceilings to the scattering walls.
Despite being housed in a gigantic structure, the seven men remained wordless. The faint clattering from forks and spoons and knives whispered against the plate, evident of how they silently enjoy dinner.
It was a long and hard day. Exhausted it may seem, it wasn't enough for them to claw down and run away from responsibilities. Everyone has their vital role in the kingdom—Princes as they are known, but only one had already ascended to the throne, leaving the ones behind, to wait for their turn to rule.
Perhaps, truly, it will be a long wait.
The man at the head of the table creased a brow. As if, something jabbed in his mind.
He paused.
"A meeting with the ministry was done this early morning," Namjoon said, focused on the plate in front of him.
"We have concluded,"
Lifted his head and eyed through those narrow looks he received, lingering for answers at the moment.
