Author's Note: I decided to try participating in NaNoWriMo this year (National Novel Writing Month, for those who dont know: 50,000 words in 30 days, with a motto of quantity over quality). Not sure how much it counts since I'm not using my own characters xD So yes, the plot will suck. Terribly. It will be full of cheesy clichés. But I shall write the story despite all these faults, really hoping that atleast some scenes will turn out alright...
Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid, or anything else mentioned throughout this fanfic.
Somewhere far, far away, past the limits of Reality, in the depths of Imagination, lies the kingdom of Diavolco. It is a country righteously ruled by the King and Queen, their dominance ensured by the Crimson Wolves, knights who have sworn to protect the Royal Family. It is a country woven with magic, by the hands of those who have an affinity for it; these spellcasters are gathered in the Order of the Golden Magnolia. It is a country cared for by the Sisterhood of the Teal Rose, an order of prestigious knightesses, who lend their strength to those in need. It is a country with nobility, citizenry and peasantry; with decent people and indecent people; with mystical creatures of good intent and bad intent.
A tall, snow-capped mountain range embraces Diavolco from the north to the east: the Diamond Peaks. A vast, deadly desert stretches across the south: the Topaz Barrens. At the western border is the Turquoise Sea, with the Sapphire River flowing into it, which divides the land in half. Near the eastern side of the Diamond Peaks, is the Aquamarine Lagoon. The Jade Forest is nestled between the Sapphire River and the northern part of the Diamond Peaks. The dazzling scenery is mostly untouched, with only a few villages scattered here and there. The capital, Rubyca, the single biggest city, rises where the Sapphire River meets the Turquoise Sea. In the corner of the city is the Garnet Palace, the Royal Family's residence.
Beneath the tranquil impression, a conspiracy is brewing in the shadows, entangling Diavolco in its web of evil. Who will notice the one pulling the invisible threads, and how will they be brushed away? Before the shadows consume the light...