The Cursed Imperial Heart

In an alternate world, different from the earth we know and live in,

A land full of all kinds of magical creatures stood at the center of the world.

The creator, the god of all, called the huge continent— Xenopha.

Xenopha translates to Blessed in ancient Azethezi, the language of those who live in Evermore, a place high up in the sky filled with fluffy clouds where the creator stayed, making it known to the rest of the world just how much he favored the land and all who lived there.

Although the land started of as a huge lump of mass, with the help of the creator’s children, they were able to beautify and give the creatures who lived there a beautiful place to call home.

Huge strong mountains which stretched far and wide.

Beautiful tall dark green trees that danced along with the fresh clean breeze.

Colorful flowers blossoming at each corner.

And clear flowing water so no one would ever go thirsty.

Humans born with magical powers, giants as tall as the mountains, dragons that breathed fire and fish tailed creature that swam across the vast ocean. Xenopha has it all. Life there was indeed peaceful, it was simple and elegant. All the creatures there were kind to each other and took care of their beloved land.

All of that made the creator very happy.

That is until,

The war between the creator’s children that lasted for hundreds and thousands of years, ruined the beautiful land and the creatures who lived there. Sadly, the two children died while the other was banished deep within the grounds of the earth as punishment for the chaos he had caused. Out of the creator’s four children, only one remained, who then became his right hand.

A lot changed after that.

The people changed after that.

The world itself, changed after that merciless war.

Now,

It’s filled with creatures fighting for their right to rule.

They enjoy belittling others who exists alongside them.

All of them, thirsty for power and control.

Though the war between the creator’s children ended, another war between the two main empires of the land spurred on. Perhaps following in their ancestors footsteps? Not once did Xenopha become peaceful and simple again, those quiet days filled with sunshines and rainbows were no more.

It pained him to see the continent he named ‘Blessed’, become the most ruined land of all. But he must not act yet, he must not interfere with the chaos that is still happening to his beloved land because destiny is most likely needed to interfere.

For he knew,

The light that once died in the hands of darkness, will return soon enough.

And upon the return of that light, let’s hope destiny is on its side this time.

End of Prologue