The Immortal Gate

Prologue

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Far north there is a beautiful land, filled with a lush forest where wildflowers grow and animals thrive. This country is protected by the mighty Sliver Mountains, which has become the kingdom's life line of security. Where the skies are painted a marvelous color of a deep pink as if inspired by the gods.

A place where all are welcomed, Angles, Werewolves, dragons, Sirens and even Elves. This is the Kingdom of Zosan, the land is watched over by the admiral king, King Rathmore.

In the Kingdom of Zosan there are four main realms that divide the land within the categories of status and wealth. The most powerful and privileged realm is Strindale, this is the home of all the royals of Zosan. The city is filled with riches unimaginable, some say that the streets are made of gold and the most vibrant flowers are hung across each doorstep.

The second realm is Occerim, this is where the nobles reside, it has many lakes that glisten in the bright sun. Fresh fruit and leafy vegetables on display for sale. The ocean's mist engulfs the large city spreading it's nostalgic scent. Happiness is constant in the realm of Occerim.

Deep South where the climate is dry and hot, there lies a dessert. Within the dessert is where the realm of Eqiola lies. The children are dressed in tatted clothing as they tend their parent's sheep. Day after day the adults dig wells hoping to find water for the Summer. The realm of Eqiola is the land for commoners that hope to work there way higher in rank.

Lastly underneath the Sliver Mountain's there is a valley. The birds fight over dead carcass as bone  are scattered over the dirt floor. This cured place is called The Crimson Valley where the peasants live, each day they live to survive. The people live in dirty tents, there is no unity in this land.

There is a certain women that lives in The Crimson Valley, the only one who hasn't lost hope. Off the edge of the valley there sits the women looking as the sun slowly hides in the mountains.

The figures hair is long and dark as a raven's coat. Her eyes are a deep orange, beautiful and mysterious. The women's skin creamy as milk chocolate. Slowly she sways her hands back and forth admiring the sunset.

The only thing worth living in this hell hole is the daily sunsets, she thought to herself as she stood up.

"Cilene, Cilene!" A small boy shouts as he runs the women standing by a large withering tree.

"Yes, Stryker?" She asks as the little lad grabs her hand in haste.

"Big bad man is here!" Stryker spits out as he starts to run towards the tents.

Without saying anything more, Cilene follows Stryker as they hear screams and shouting in the distance.

Running through the dirt while they duck to avoid the broken limbs on the trees. They come to a halt as they made to the tents.

Torn clothes were sprawled across the dirt floor along with newly shattered glass.

Cilene looks at a tall and muscular man grabbing a hold of an old ladie's throat.

Cilene swiftly grabs her sling shot and aims it in his direction, a fierce glare plastered on her face.

"Cilene, it's okay." The old women said, her eyes pleading as tears threatened to fall.

"What do we owe now, Bartmus?" Cilene asks the man still holding her sling shot.

"Four hundred Zens. But you peasants don't have that and that's why you stay poor." Bartmus yells as he pushes the lady into the dirt.

"Grammy!!" Stryker yells as he rushes to her side.

Cilene is more than furious as she tightens her fist around the sling shot. Then shields the two behind her.

"I'll give you everything we do have. But if you ever lay a hand on them again, I'll make you wish you hadn't." Cilene threatens as she throws sixty seven zen on the floor.

Bartmus lets out a loud laugh as the men behind him join in.

"You can never and will never be better than me, more powerful than me and more richer than me. You are just Crismon Valley scum." Bartmus snarled as he began to walk away.

Cilene balls up her fist in anger and rage.

"The next you see me, you will be bowing before my feet!" She screams in determination.

Little did Cilene know that dream was not that far from her soon to be reality.

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A/N: Thank you for reading, I'll be updating every Friday!