· · · Enter · the · lair · of · the · Mistress

and now I shall add the first installation of my short story to my journal...



White as pearl. Green as emerald fields. Purple like the clouds surrounding a bolt of lightening. Blue as the dark unseachable fathoms of the ocean. These colored the bannor of the woodland and aquatic realms of Thralonen. For centuries, each fought to protect their homelands from the dreaded forces of the Kingdom Terania. For an evil, ruthless king ruled mercilessly over his helpless subjects and who's thought was bent on one goal. The annexation of all Thralonen. King Sesspartine, although once good at heart, had surcumbed to the tempations of power and of control, he was like a prisoner torn limb from limb by the hungry nail-like hands of a fire. Because of his greed, his kingdom suffered under the emence weigh of his power. The lands take once yielded a bountiful harvest, turned black and infertile. The people became fearful of each new day, unsure if the next day would be their last because their Lord hungered for their land, wealth, women, and other worldly possesions. Some channeled their fear into anger, attacking all who dared to so much as look at them the wrong way. Some became suspicious of everything and shunned compainionship. And some poor souls trapped in a situation they could not escape by any means, tried their best to remain pure in the face of such corruption. Most all able bodied men were drafted into the army of wraiths that terrorized all of Thralonen. During the first days of his madness, King Sesspartine went to seek council from the Orical of Terania on the domination of Thralonen. The Orical, with twisted bones and distorted features, told the King in a rasped voice, " Thralonen shall never fall into Shadow as long as two stand in the path of the King. Twins born of fire, earth, and water shall bring about the destruction of evil." Furious with the Orical, King Sesspartine ordered his execution immedeately. Determined to stop te profecy, he sent out seven of his best hunters to find these blessed children and destroy them.
In the lands of Osiperon and Filonia, the High Priestess Aurora had come before the kings with the same vision shared by the Orical of Terania. King Oric of Ospieron and King Alistar of Filonia met with their vizers and other priestesses and priests to find the blessed twins. One night, as the moon rose over the earth heavy with her pure light like a Mother is with child, with a cry of pain twins were born unto the Princess of Filonia. Both kingdoms celebrated the birth of the twin boys taking them to be the saviors of Thralonen, disregarding the one sentence that controled the future. bore of fire, earth, and water
As they grew, the Princes Tourmaline and Malachite were raised as horonable couragous young men. However, their birth did not go unnoticed by the piercing eyes of Terania. The seven hunters had heard of the Princes and plotted their destruction. One the eve of their twenty first birthdays, the twins were imprisoned in crystal by the hunters as they were out in the Spiralhaven forests hunting for a new pet. had it not been for the valor of an old cron who lived as a hermit in those woods, the twins would have been murdered, but instead they remained trapped for all eternity in their crystal prison.


There's more to come, but I must anon and party with cousins ::bleh::