Calamity

Prologue

In a time long ago, in a place closer then you think, where magic reined and immortals walked there lived a beautiful queen who could level the earth with just a glance. Kind but feared her kingdom sat bellow, praising her while secluding her. In time a great loneliness grew over heart, her views of the world dimmed and darkened.

On an eve like any other another immortal, a king, entered her court. Expecting requests of assistance as many asked of her, to her surprise he was like no other. A king of light and fire, he held no fear when approaching her. Only wishing to see the dark haired beauty behind the veil she hid behind. Unveiled and at first true glance their love was fierce like no others.

Soon their kingdoms merged and happiness bloomed where there was once only darkness in her heart. Seeing the new light in her eyes her peoples fears dwindled overnight. The kingdoms flourished and grew just as their love did. But it was not meant to last as darkness manifested in anger at the loss of such power it once held. A dark force who had been bestowed to the earth thousands of years before their time had his own plans for such a queen. She could topple kings and turn kingdoms into ash. She was a prize amongst trash.

The dark lord with malicious and merciless plans sent a shadowed serpent into the night to the queens chambers, and as she slept it attacked. Corrupting her with just one bite the queen was lost to darkness as her body became a shell of destruction. She had become what she feared most leaving quakes of fear and devastation without care. Where she walked the world shattered. Her once dark hair now white as the ash that fell from her wake.

The king mad with anguish abandoned his duties to follow her trail of horrors. Always just days behind he would missed her by a trace. On a cold and hopeless day like the rest he came across a man who promised to aid in his quest. Holding a dagger for him to take he promised it would be of use to save his love from her end. Embedded in stone the old man told him of its properties of rebirth. Fearing the worst he accepted the gift with knowing fingers.

After many moons passed he finally had her in his grip. Cold as death he held her close, her face unmoving, her cold eyes unseeing. Placing one last kiss upon her lips he sunk the dagger into her heart. For just a moment she returned causing his heart to ache all the more. Thanking him she passed on ending her bloodshed wake. As the tears ran down his face he vowed to wait for her no matter how long and with a vengeful mind he sought out the darkness that poisoned her.

Thousands of years later many immortals continued their lives, blending in with society anew. He waited in the shadows hunting and praying for her to rise again. Losing hope day by day his heart hardened and swayed, only she could break his spell if only she would wake.