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🌙 Hello fellow reader, i’m sure you’re wondering..“Why the prolouge?”
Well, Today i’m going to take you back into Celestial or Celestian history where things were fine at first until things took a turn for the worst for the former rulers of Celeste.
Once upon a time, there were two sisters, one born with the abillity to look into minds, while the other, well, she just had no abillity...
As the years went by, the girls, now fairly young ladies of age 20 and 19, Mystabella yet being the eldest has been crowned the new ruler of the whole kingdom because of the fall of the two sisters parents.
While ruling, her youngest sister Angelica grew more apart from her, she started to notice how more aggrivated and annoyed her younger sister would be. The youngest felt left out because her sister was always getting all the attention, she would almost ALWAYS be praised for helping a momentous amount of people with nightmares and troubles within the mind.
Until one fateful day, Angelica had the final straw, she let the darkness overcome her and turned her into an evil spirit that was made of hate and anger...the eldest tried to talk her out of the darkness, but her attempts turned into a fighting scene.
Angelica now dubbed the name of Discentia, shot some dark black flames at her eldest sister she had a jealous rage on for years. Mystabella used her blast of white crystals to contain her sister in, but she had broken out everytime.
This continued into the sky where almost all of the castle was destroyed from the two attacking eachother. The walls had holes, the banners of the sister’s symboles were burnt to dust, the roof had holes also.
One blow from the youngest sister hit her eldest sister and she fell crashing to the ground of a room with the roof with holes, she slid a little, she had scratch marks and brusies, but she stood strong as her sister floated above.
Mystabella’s eyes shifted down to the side of her. “I’m sorry sister, but i’ll have to use...these...” she said sadly with tears about to fall.
The floor had a secret compartment down below with the staff of harmony, each slot fit each gem with a magical purpose.
The youngest shrieked. “NO!”
Then.....Well.......that was the last mystabella had seen of her sister, she’d have to wait 1000 years until the next time she’d she her again, until for now, she’s on her own....
Years and years went by, each day mystabella grew deppressed and deeply saddened and guilty about her decision to send her sister to tarus, one of celeste’s primary moons, so she can be reformed and contained.
She’d always worry with all that guilt and saddness, she would become dark in a split second if she didn’t return happy, until It was of that night her nightmare had come true, she held her head and shrieked in pain as the darkness poisoned her....
She became.....Nightmare Myth.....
