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'Tis a time when peace was woefully damaged by the blight that was war. Many lives were lost to the destruction that ravaged the realm. Such was the price for the mass devastation.



In a land where war was so unfathomable, the outbreak sent the many inhabitants in a whirlwind of pain, suffering, and sorrow. The skies darkening to an eternal darkness, and with it the imbalance of the realm birth the chaos many could only call, at first, the destruction of war.



Eventually, they grew to call it their end. Why? No one person truly knew except for the very beings they have grown to appraise and call their creators, or on a person level, their parental souls.



Tyrants have come and gone from everywhere far and near. It was until one tyrant whom successfully claimed reign over the realm for a time and it was soon realized amongst the many inhabitants he was to stay.



Hope diminished, dying more with every waking day that had past. Little by little, the inhabitants sought comfort in the ideals of eternal slumber.



The realm remained in discord under the rule of this tyrant for quite some years. It was only when rumors of some mystical maiden that the flame of hope was rekindled once more. Or maybe it never truly ceased at all.



Whatever the case may have been, it was clear that the flame had shone much brighter than it had in many years. How could it not? With the rise and awareness of this mystical maiden, this oracle as many had come to know her as, performing miracles long forgotten so quickly many of the realms inhabitants slowly started to hope for the tyrant's reign to end and for peace and balance to once again be restored across the realm.



It was not long before the rumors perked the attention of the tyrant.



If the rumors were true, this maiden was not of them. One rumor spoke of a maiden from another realm, a realm which there are being who lived such shortened lives. It was said she came from the realm of mortal men, of humans.



No one knows for sure except for one male. A fierce warrior of his kind, he went by his well known nickname Cobra. There was an unspoken law amongst their people: to never speak of your true name lest you trust the being so wholly and completely. The oracle, a warrior in herself, had respect for this warrior and it was he who she formed a bond to.



Bonds were considered dangerous for the many threats there were. Least of all, the tyrant himself.



He was intrigued by the tales and soon desired her abilities she was rumored to possess. Sending out his best trackers, he started his search for the oracle maiden. But as his search had prolonged within the first couple of years, she disappeared.



He never did stop his search for his trackers were to never return till they find her.



It was nearly a decade later, save for a couple of years, did he receive word on the whereabouts of the maiden oracle. Rumor has it she hides within a valley where a village remains untouched by the cruelties and hardships that seem to be everywhere.



Gathering his best and most trusted warriors, he set off to this rumored valley. When he finally reached where his scouts said it would be, his very breathe was taken away. Here was a village, true enough, residing within a valley untouched by all the corruptions that ravaged all else. Yet, somehow, this village wasn't touched and remained calm and peaceful. Such tranquility was a rarity.



Slowly and carefully, the tyrant requested the attention of all near to bring him their village leader. The residents just looked on at the strange men who came so suddenly in such strange garb. They must be warriors. By their attire alone spoke volumes to them. One male voiced what the others were thinking. "We have no leader here, warriors. We have had no need for a leader since..."



Whatever else the male was saying, it had got on deaf ears for the tyrants attention was drawn away to a maiden tending her garden. Slowly, he approached her as if to not frighten her. His warriors remained watching and waiting for his command.



Approaching her, he knew not why. Watching her so carefully, the tyrant truly believed he would frighten the female his eyes so intensely stared onto. If he could not find this so-called oracle, this maiden would do as his bride. She would instead birth him strong sons and beautiful daughters. In the mist of his mind he scarcely missed her speak.



"If I come with you, will you leave all who dwell here in peace?"



Such a calm, soothing voice. He could actually fall for this maiden instead. The only fault to her was that she was silently crying, and what did she mean when she spoke?



Before he could voice his thoughts, she answered them instead. "I am the oracle that you seek. If you leave this village and all the inhabitants in peace I shall come with you."She finally turned so he could see her face. She spoke truth. He would not find a flaw to give her away.



But what could she have here that is so precious. 'Surely the people here could not mean so much to her. But why?' Questions plagued the tyrants mind so completely he missed the reasoning why, 'til he heard it. The reason...



A child's laughter. Startled, looking around, his eyes rest upon the image of a 'lil girl. This small child holding a doll looked so much like the maiden before him. 'This cannot be! If she had a child, she must surely be wedded!'



The child ran to the maiden and they began speaking in a tongue he did not know.'Such a strange language...'



Shining the tyrant, the warriors, and her mother a bright smile, the 'lil girl ran off to be in the company of this small young lad, was it a lad? The other child had snow white hair but it presented the image of a boy. It does not matter. This maiden is the rumored oracle and apparently a mother too.



Where is her lover? Surely a woman this beautiful would have a lover, if not more. Where?



"Will you cause harm to he people here?" She continues to startle him. This somewhat pleased him, though he overall was just really annoyed. 'At least someone has a spine around here!'



In response o her question, "Of course m'lady. You have my word as an honorable soul." Yeah right! Deceive her, take here, and kill all else who know of her child. It was a simple enough plan. And when all the inhabitants are gone, her will just simply claim this land as his own. It was just too pure for his tastes. Speaking of pure, he once more eyes her child who was by a river.



'What magic is this?!' The child is walking upon the water, with wings upon her back. Looking around he notices the definite features of these inhabitants. They all speak this strange language. They all look so different. "What manner of trickery is this." He was demanding in his cloud of confusion.



Eyeing her, she spoke with such strange calmness. "My people, m'lord. What is so strange of the people who look so different to you? We are but humble children of nature. Nothing more." Those eyes of hers, the piercing look she gives him. It was as if she was piercing to look into his very soul. This cannot do.



He spoke all he mutter under such an intense gaze. "Ready thyself maiden. For by the next moon, you come with me." He will have her. Everyone else is just unfortunate that they know a secret and that alone warrants their deaths.



Bowing her head ever so slightly, "But of course m'lord." She glared daggers. Such disrespect. He will have to fix that.



TBC...