Long before our bodies were of the cat form, we were human. A species which; although not the largest of all; was capable of many, many things. To the harsh screams of war, and the knowledge of crafting the most magnificent tools, we knew too much for our own good. Proof you say? Okay. But why don’t you take a seat; get comfortable, and allow me to tell you a story from our past. A story of greed for power, and more magic than any of our current witches at that time could ever imagine...
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Earth as we know it has always been at a peculiar angle - a habitable marble in which we travel at billions of miles through the unknown in only a second. Upon this speck of lands and seas, live many creatures that live in the harmony and in respect of the balance of life and death. The eternal question all creatures upon this Earth ask themselves, however; Are we alone in the Universe?
The answer is; we're not alone. In the vast expanse of the Universe dwells another planet, brimming with life both alike and unlike our own in many more ways than just one alone. Within its trees that touch the clouds and the sea that seems to sing to the land, magic is intertwined into the seams of every living thing. To mere mortals, the planet is almost enchanting - dreamlike in every manner. This was her gift to the Universe. To the inhabitants, the planet was graced with the name Prynovia from the dawn of time. Within her seas swam mermaids, and within her forests the elves made their homes within the tallest trees. In the plains ran centaurs, and in the skies flew great dragons.
Although her surfaces cracked over time and became touched and tainted by man and beast alike, her name reigned on, carrying the grace and beauty of legend.
Even though this is true, there was one day in particular that almost brought the legend to an end. The story I’m about to tell you, is about a man. A man so greedy and hungry for power, he would do whatever it took to obtain it. His name was Vynir; although no-one dare speaks his name in present day. The lifegiver is a potion which allows any living thing eternal life, and an extended amount of magic making it almost impossible to defeat. The only way someone could obtain this object is for someone to receive the blood of the highest dragon bloodline; the royals of all royals, and bloodline of the dragon king. This, my dear friend, is how Vynir earned his name of the Cursed Soul.
Known for his love for potions, Vynir travelled across each part of the globe, discovering more and more as his journey ventured on. Though as his eyes wandered towards The Lifegiver, he fell immediately in-love with the possibilities; and his personality changed completely. Even though he didn’t have the resources to make the Potion, he had a friend that did, and Finn was his name.
Finn belonged to Waterstep; a village and guild made up mostly of pirates; studying in mainly Potions. He was well known for his Potion casting, and often had visitors from Kingswatch themselves. With his knowledge of Potion, it was a shock to find that Finn did not know anything about The Lifegiver. Its ingredients, outcome, and even its existence were not known of by many people. Curious to find out, Finn agreed to making it for him, as long as he collected the ingredients’ for it.
Agreeing, Vynir collected his belongings together. His rucksack on his back, and his spear in his hand, he travelled to Dragon’s Lair. Hiking his way through the tallest mountain, and whacking the thick roots of the forests out of his path, he could feel the temperature increasing in heat. He knew he was a close to the dragons den, and with every inch he got closer, the more excited he became. Knowing the Lifegiver would soon be his, and he could soon become the most powerful Warlock known the man; eternal life right at his door step made everything even more worthwhile. Halting, he couldn’t believe his eyes. A sudden spark hit his vision as the tail of the sleeping dragon lashed around; curling its way around the lengthy, heavily built body. Creeping his way up slowly towards the centre if the dragons chest, Vynir lifted his arm up, gripping the spear with all the might he had. Suddenly, splashes of blood gushing upwards towards him making him quiver with fear. Quickly, Vynir snapped back into reality, racing to get to his bottle open. Pouring as much of it as he could into it, he knew that he would have to get out of there; and soon. Running towards the exit of the cave, he’d tackle the rock up the steep mountain; suddenly caught off guard by a loud, deafening screech of sorrow.
Knowing he’d needed to get out of there, Vynir tackled his way back through the forest, through the mountains, and following the ocean path; the loud shrieks getting closer by the second. As the scent of burnt wood wandered through his nostrils, his eyes would widen, knowing why the dragons hadn’t caught him sooner. Attempting to catch his breath through the thick smoke, he’d stagger his way towards the cauldron; giving Finn the missing ingredient. Pouring the mysterious red liquid into the black enchanted bowl, he’d say the words to cast the Potion.
Snapping into a realisation, Finn’s pupils dilated; somehow becoming afraid of the liquid that he’d collected. Soon holding The Lifegiver in his own hands, it was too late to go back. However, Finn would turn towards Vynir, questioning him on what he had added. Coming clean, he admitted that it was in-fact the blood of the Dragon Heir, and he alone was the reason the dragons had struck disaster and pain upon the villages.
Turning towards the door, Finn knew that the only way to save them from more havoc was to give back the heirs blood; so the dragon king- Fladmirez; could finalise their passing ceremony. Calling for the dragon, he’d reach his hand in the air with the bottle; begging for forgiveness. Angered by their wrong-doing, Fladmirez would make a deal. If Finn told him where the murderer was, he would keep the potion as thanks; and quite obviously; knowing how his friend had betrayed him; he told him exactly that.
Whisking away towards the traitor, Fladmirez dealt with him almost immediately; making sure no traces of him were to be found. Though, this wasn’t the end. In fact this was only the beginning. Still angered at the witches and warlocks for their betrayal, the dragon king would curse the kingdom; a lifetime in a cat’s body would be their punishment.
As the dragons flew back to their homeland, overtime, Finn became known as King of Prynovia; for saving them all from what could have been the ending of the legend herself.
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And this, my dear friend, is the story of how Beyond Enchanted lights became...
