Prolouge
It was a blazing hot day, the white sun shining down on the armored masses of people, all with weapons. The land was brown, everything that was once alive, now dead. All was quiet, it was the perfect place for a battle. The two biggest armored groups came face to face, a few yards apart from each other. The two people on horses approached one another. One was a girl with bright purple hair, she had a pink hue to her skin. Her high cheekbones matched her serious expression.
“Erogg!” She called, her dark, high collared cloak blowing in the breeze. “There is no need to fight, her majesty is willing to allow you to return to our kingdom, you and your non-magic folk. Let this civil war end!’
The man, with his jet black, almost graying hair, wore a white cloak. It was once new and pure, now it was old and spattered with blood.
“Shaylah, I’m afraid I cannot accept your offer, his highness forbids it. He said to turn down any peace offerings, unless you decide to give in to our demands, and give us magic!” He declared, his pale face flushing. The army behind him cheered.
“Magic! Magic! Magic!” They cried, raising their weapons.
Shaylah looked alarmed, she yanked backward on the reins of her horse, which appeared to be made of smoke. The horse took a few steps back. Then, she seemed to collect herself. She smiled sweetly.
“I can’t give you magic,” She started, as if teaching a small child, “but what I can do, however, is teach you how to use enchanted weapons. Only if you come with me, stop the fighting, and face her majesty.”
Erogg seemed to consider this offer for a moment. “Enchanted weapons, you say? I haven’t heard of such a thing. Are they new?”
“Yes, we only just discovered we could channel some of our magic into objects. So, do you accept my offer? It’s now or never, you cannot go and talk to your king about it.” Shaylah put a slight emphasis on the word king.
Erogg smirked. “Really, well let’s just see if you speak truth! Bring in the sorceress!”
A woman with silver hair was brought to the field, her hands and feet bound in chains. She was dumped on the ground.
“Ophelia!” Shaylah cried.
“Yes, we have captured one of your best, haven’t we? Sorceress, tell me, do they have enchanted weapons?”
Ophelia glared at Erogg then turned her head away. “Like I would tell you!”
Erogg narrowed his eyes. “I was afraid I would have to do this.” He snapped his fingers.
A guard came to the front, he was clutching a little girl with silver hair of about eight. The little girl was crying. She glanced up and caught sight of Ophelia.
“Mommy! Mommy, thank magic you’re here! Now you can save me!” She called, beaming ear to ear.
The guard shoved a knife to her neck. “Be quiet, brat! Your ‘mommy’ can’t save you, she’s chained up, can’t you see that?” He hissed at her. This caused the little girl to cry again.
Ophelia gasped “Not my Angel! Please! You can kill me, just let Angel go!” She screamed.
Erogg grinned, now he had the advantage. “I’ll let her go, if you use your magic to tell me whether or not they have enchanted weapons! If not, I’ll kill her first, then you!” He replied cheerfully.
Ophelia shut her eyes, then her hair rose, defying gravity. Her voice became deeper and more gravelly.
“There are no enchanted weapons. The woman who lies before you is a liar, in all she does. All peace treaties are fake, she wishes to enslave you. Also, she is the queen.” Ophelia falls to the ground once more, and the world turns into a dark swirl.
