This is a tale of a land, where the slain may live, where every hero and villain from every story ever told, every saga ever written down, will live, and have every adventure ever dreamed. This a tale, of a dark love built from deception, built on omitted truths, with no reason behind it, no motive pushing it onward. This land was a continent named Draconia, with no ships sailing too far from it, nobody asking what went on beyond their land. The way to go across was by air, if you were powerful enough, and could be bothered to do so. There were seven kingdoms, each with their own specialty.
The kingdom of Terary, was focused on leadership by proof under battle. There had been seven civil wars in that kingdom. Terary had the finest soldiers. Not because of zealism, but from the honour code that existed among them. If you had enough money, and enough resources, you could pay them to aid in your battles. The lord of Terary was Jonathan Hart the first. He was honourable, and had a code of morality, that, while it wasn't entirely perfect, was fine. Both men and women of Terary fought on the field.
King Jaspheous ruled the kingdom of Servaniyl. Servaniyl was the place where more crops grew than any other land. It was also the top place to invade, until King Jonathan made an alliance, firstfruits for protection from invasion. Servaniyl was humble, and also very peaceful. It did trade with the kingdom of Vermalys, the trading kingdom. Vermalys was different from the other kingdoms in that it was ruled by a triumvirate of dukes. The Dukes William and Alexander, and the Duchess Drusilla. Duke William was the first cousin of King Jonathan, Duke Alexander was the trusted friend of King Jaspheous's daughter Willow, and Duchess Drusilla was Duke William's mistress, but sat around pining for Baron Liam.
Baron Liam watched over Ameldiyn for the young Queen Elizabeth, who was the daughter of the late King Rupert, and was known simply as Buffy. Ameldiyn was the storehouse of knowledge, and had the wisest people in the land. However, if the young queen had her way, it would be ruled by someone else instead. She sat around making calf eyes at Baron Liam.
King Jaxon, known as Jack to all he slept with, and that was many, ruled a land, which blossomed with magic. Indeed, at times it was very bothersome, as that magic, kept on plucking people from different kingdoms, and depositing them there. But the foreign princess that had once came long ago from across the seas, had blessed, or cursed, nobody was certain which, Jack with immortality. Something about wanting someone to babysit that odd magic.
A large island, twenty-six miles from King Jack's kingdom, was the property of Lord Harper, who was called such because it was hardly a kingdom. The island, known as Goodfellow's Blessing, had popped out of nowhere, and commandeered a leadership. Lord Harper was more than happy to lead it. His half-brother, Lord Jones, was known as the fool who fell for another male, this being King Jaxon. Goodfellow's Blessing was, as things went, the only kingdom to not border Dragonhall.
Dragonhall was a upheaval of land, that was likened to an obscenely big mountain, that housed, as it's name probably has already told you, Dragons. From a bird's eye view, it looked a bit like a tree stump, with thick roots running out of it.
This tale is about two people, one familiar to you, and the other a stranger. This newcomer lived in Terary, and you will soon see a brief overview of her young life, in order for you to understand a bit more of her.