THE STORY COULD CONTAIN RATED CHAPTERS
This story takes place in a mystical land, confined between mountains and sea... hidden among a thick mist of clouds and trees, that of which make it difficult, close to impossible for whoever decide to venture, to not get lost.
At the other side of the mist there is the land of the kingdom of Lamuria, with it's crystalline water that runs down a never ending lake athrough the hills, it's sacred temples,from more than 1000 years ago, it's houses, some of which carved into the mountains, others built on the water, some others in the air.
The people of Lamuria, originally, even if different form one another, to the shape of their eyes,from the shape of their ears, their height, the all had a common physical trait... the Lamurians had grey silver colour hairs and hypnotics deep blue eyes... but, after the Great War took place, the shamans of the four elments, air, water, fire and earth cursed the entire population and it's generation, to live their lives without the ability to dominate all the elements, but only their dominant one.
Everyone was cursed , except one.... the hero of the Great War, that later on, was crowned emperor of the Kingdom of Lamuria by the four shamans of the elements.
After the Great War was over, the four Lords or the elements, that fought at the side of the emperor, demanded to be independent from the capital of the Kingdom, Lumiya....so, began the rise of foul of the Kingdom...Eldom.
This was a turning point for the Kingdom that never was divided..it was the start of over 200 years of peace.
Until...
"I imagine him as he is now, a cold echo of himself-a captive god, shackled to the ground he once knew well. For him, and for me, time crawls in the same sluggish circle. I picture the smallness of the space we put him in, and wonder if he remembers like I do."
She was always drawn to storms, much like how lightning is drawn to the sky. Even at a young age, little Azura would stand beneath the thunderclouds that often visited the Sky'Lands during their journey across the Crystallin Sea, singing in a dead tongue. The chaotic beauty of the storms gave her solace, a stark contrast to the suffocating control of her makeshift family. Despite what had been promised, Azura couldn't help but feel a certain coldness each time a storm moved on without her. A coldness that only grew stronger and more present with each passing season, leaving her torn between the safety of familiarity and a longing for what lay beyond the open sea. Change had always taken something from her, bringing fear and loss of what had once been familiar. Facing change alone was terrifying, especially from the perspective of a gifted girl who had been isolated all her life.
From the moment he was born, Damien's life had never been his own. Orphaned amidst the lower class and considered property of the Crown, it seemed his future had been set in stone, predetermined by those born with silver blood. To work arduously with his head held low and his mouth sealed shut until death would come for him. A death that seemed mockingly out of reach. Scars covered his body, some inflicted by the hands of the upper class, while others he had done to himself, as there was no such thing as a free slave in the Kingdom of Dunstan as long as the Royals lived.
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