Their father was dead, yet no remorse was shown until the three remaining sons had gone separate ways. One shed tears, another sniffled a tad, and the third laughed; eager to gain control of the kingdom that he had admired from afar. The power and control of the kingdom had flown on the wind, possessed by a magic that would reveal the future king. A race began under that twilight blanket; a chase that would prove life altering and deadly. Stormhold would never be the same.
Edward, one of the shortly dead King's remaining sons, refused to wait for day break to leave. He gathered his horse and ordered his personal guard to follow. Trusting his instincts, he looked to the north. To his amazement, fa shooting star seemed to fall from the sky. Calling his horse onward with a cry, he and his followers started off across the land. The wind in his face whispered to him in an alluring way, tugging at his heart in a lonely way.
Edward swore to never fall to weakness as his father had. He strongly believed that his mother had softened his powerful father, and that her death had been the king's final connection to the living realm.
Outside of the magical land of Stormhold, a young man also sets out on a mission. Michael seeks the star to prove his affections to his young love, Jessica. Before leaving, Michael has a final talk with his father.
"And you are telling me that she left me in a basket for you to find?"
"Yes. Although your mother loved you very much, she couldn't keep you. This is the basket she placed you in as a babe." The older man heaved a woven basket onto the table. Michael reached over and pulled out the contents. A note, telling him to use the black candle enclosed to bring him to her, was the most important of the objects. There was also a glass flower that Michael pinned to his shirt for safe keeping.
With a heartfelt goodbye, he left the home that had sheltered him for eighteen years. As he walked towards the wall that separated his town from the wilderness, he broke the candle in half. His objective was to use half to find his mother and the other half to find the fallen star.
The gate keeper eyed him suspiciously as Michael approached, hoping that the crumbly old man would finally just allow him to leave. But alas, after a few knocks to his head, he got the message and asked the man for a light. The gatekeeper complies.
Michael lights the candle and a bright light engulfs his body, tingling and scorching his body as he is shot off into the night sky. As the blinding light faded to nothing, the peaceful surrounding of the Wall remained unchanged; the trees on the other side of the wall gently bent from the wind that had rushed through the clearing. The gatekeeper barely bats an eye, being as old as he was; a person saw many odd things in a lifetime.
Edward' brothers also had the idea to leave soon, but not before they met their ends. Edward hired a few men to poison the two brothers. Their last thoughts before joing the ranks of their fallen brothers were, "Damn him, he will find his end somehow."
He was the rightful heir to the throne, but Edward had to find the pendant that his father had held in order to be king. He no longer felt competition, but was in a hurry. He could feel danger stirring and would rather get there sooner rather than later.
Using soothsayers, he learned of the path he had to take in order to find the pendant. North. That was always the direction; and Edward would be damned if he didn't feel an invisible force pushing him onward, towards his fate.
Michael awoke to find himself on a hill under the rising sun. He ached but found that he was otherwise in perfect, working condition. Standing and stretching a bit, he started off in the direction that, using his compass, he thought was towards the star that had fallen in the north.
Unbeknownst to him, a dark Prince of the Stormhold was approaching in the distance. A storm was brewing above the two, and the imminent meeting occurred a day later.
Hidden in a crater beside a waterfall, three witches waited in darkness. Their slowly aging bodies groaned in protest as the oldest sister called the other two from their bed.
"A star has fallen! Sisters, we must capture it and restore our youth. Quick, who shall go? We only have enough of the last star to replenish one of us." In the end, it was she, the speaker, who won the right to search for the star.
She restored her beauty, pale blond hair with strands of gold on a young body, and grabbed her glass dagger. Her only duty now was to obtain the star before others found it first. She would not be defeated.
Victoria, a now powerful witch, took her first step on her bloodthirsty quest to find the star.