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Post by Histories Keeper on Jun 25, 2008 10:46:36 GMT -5
An abandoned monastery sat upon a hill, surrounded by a beautiful lake and a luscious forest. When the sun sat orange in the sky the monastery’s white stonewalls glowed as if a fire blazed at its very heart. The picture of perfection and peace – the perfect symbol of what was to become of its walls.
A red haired woman inherited the monastery and it was in this time that it was first fashioned as a school. The monastery became a school for people who are not like you and I. But a school for those with gifted blood: Vampires, Lycanthropic Beings, Elves and anything with a magical touch or unexplained quirk.
They flocked together over a shortened period of time. Teenagers use to hiding and the loneliness being different brought, now flourishing and growing in skill and confidence. Taught to get along with other species and meet new people that perhaps they hadn’t considered friendships with before.
Then, like everything else disaster struck. Human’s, cruel and cold, scared of what they didn’t understand waged an attack on the school. The pupils along with the teachers fought for days, but never where they strong enough to peacefully over come the assault.
The school, Sunset as it was known, closed down.
Of course, it wasn’t to stay that way for long. Somewhere so close to so many hearts couldn’t be left in the dirt, in the dust to rest and be useless. Along came Kenna and Nessa, to very different women, cousins by birthright and sisters by choice. The Devil’s Daughter and the Lamb, it was a match made for perfection.
The second generation ran less smooth than the first. While its dorms filled with students, new and the next generation the mortals became braver in their invasions. Of course, as every story of good and evil a hero rose out of the ashes. No one expected it, no one had even considered it, but Halloween brought a mortal boy and turned him into an immortal king.
Tristan Black fought for months, older and wiser than his twenty years should provide him and finally a sense of peace came over the world. He teamed up with friends and allies and worked to create a system where immortals and mortals could live and work in peace.
As the prophecy of a King came true so to did the lands of Gaia open. A land with little technology, but who needed electricity when magic filled those needs? Gaia was, and still is the land of the Crystal Castle, the home of the immortals and the tablets on which they’re history was written.
For a while the dream came true.
Tristan was betrayed.
A break in the magic barrier of Gaia made the Immortal king weak and the mortals chose their moment well. War broke out worse than before, rage and grief fueled the immortals forced the mortals back from the break in magic and locked Gaia down. Chaos ruled for a few moments while the king was buried and hatred was allowed to breed all over again.
Hayden became king. Not against his will, he’d always been trained for this just didn’t realize the day would come so soon.
With the Third Era, Three Unions were created. The Golden Circlet where and are men and soldiers of the king. Everyone knew of them and when a member walked the street he was treated like a celebrity, like a hero by those around him. The Secret keepers, unknown to the worlds the secret keepers worked with and in just that- secret. These were women who strove as spies, no less warriors and valuable members of the king’s entourage.
Then finally. The Red hands. Mortals. Perhaps not evil, but murderers. Scientists and soldiers they followed their own rules and are considered dangerous enough to destroy everything the immortals had built.
Every story comes with its twist. Tristan’s not dead. The mortals only ever tried to kill the immortal king, forgetting that what lay inside of that outside shell was a mortal boy, waiting biding his time. Tristan returned to the world of Gaia, fighting his way to the surface of his tomb, a mortal. One of them…one of the enemy race…but not for long. There comes a day when every man realizes he’s not who he was once…and being Immortal was what Tristan needed to be to survive. His family and friends gave him what they could of that life back, and he took his place – publicly, beside his son, supporting Hayden through this time.
War is surely the only option. What will come from it? Peace or Annihilation…its time to decide.
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