In a land, far to the east, lay the forbiden kingdom of Wakanda. The rulers were decided upon by a singel gift, the power of the sacred goddess and god. After many years of painstaking search, the elders, or councel, passed the law that the sacred two must only marry others alike them; for the power would be to great for outsiders to belive. So, by royal declare, the carriers of the sacred power where then married together, weither hate or love spewed from it. Then, fourteen years ago, a revolution broke out among the kingdom, seperating the royal and loyalists, with the rebels who belived in lost causes. The Goddess, as they called their ruler at the time, tried to cease the fighting with her powers; yet was forced to stop when a curse from a rebel mage casted upon her. At the time the curse was placed, the goddess was bearing a child, the only one that could hold hope in their hands upon birth. Little did the goddess know, that the curse not only sealed away her powers until the child was born, but the mage casted it incorectly, causing the child to become two in mind. One of darkness, the other of light. The half of darkness was sent down to the bowels of hell, where it would grow into the devil's most guided demon; until a fateful day on the child's thirteenth birthday.
Then, three months befor the child was due, the rebel forces broke into the castel and murdered the god, causing the goddess to flee with her two loyal gaurds; who, both lost their lives protecting her until she escaped. As she floated down the river, which led into the unknown world, she watched helplessly, as her home, and kingdom, erupted in flames. After landing on the shores of the outside, she discarded the title goddess, and seeked out anyone who would help. About three months latter, the child came into the world, a small girl with deep blue eyes and brown hair. Awhear of her powers return, she pleeded with the people to care for her child, afraid it would surely die in the fights that lay ahead of her. A young man, by the name of Momegi, took responcibility for the child, unawhere of the chaos that darkened his path the moment he said yes. Then, in the dead of night, the goddess swept out of the harbor, dourned completely in black, a small row boat the only thing with her.
Creeping into the village, she kept her face marks hiden; the only proof existing that she was royalty. The sight of the once grand kingdom brought tears to her eyes; houses broken down or burned, villegers lying dead in the streets, their skin yellow with illness. Coming upon the abandoned castel, her eyes fell upon two graves near eachother; one with deep violets surrounding it, the other with golden lillys. Covering her mouth, she slowly knelt infront of it, gentaly touching each of the flowers; knowing all to well that her two gaurds now lay here, giving their lives so that she may live. Rising, she swept over the chared grounds, pulling her hood off to reveal deep red hair flowing underneath it. As olive eyes scaned the land, she raised her hands to the heavens, pleading with all her might to bring forth the rebel leaders. As they were towrn from their homes, they flew infront of her, fear residing in their eyes for the pain they knew lay ahead of them. Throwing them to the ground, vines wraped around their wrists and ankels; all three screaming in terror for mercy. She pointed a porcilin finger at each of them; all erupting into the flames they had destroyed so much with. Their screams rang through the land; the remaining people looking over to see three fires burn high into the sky, a singel figure illuminated by the enfurno. Running over, the watched as the ashes blew away in the wind, then looked over at the person, a glint of fear and hope hidden in their worn bodies.
"Live on my people, you are under feared rule no longer..." Her failing voice still managed to ring out over the beaten land.
Falling to her knees, the goddess traced one final circle around her, knowing that her time was near end. "Who ever steps into this circle is of my blood and of my power. May they then once more rule this sacred land with kindness and wisdom..." She shakly put her hands together, her thumb and pointer finger making a circle so that the middle and pinky jutted out towards the groun, both hands touching by three fingers, the ring fingers connecting the final knot.
"Live on, and await... her...return..."
Colapsing to the ground, her final breath was used to complete the spell. The villegers looked on, some in tears, others in shock. The famed red hair seemed to flow around her as the wind gently picked up. Eventually, the last of the mages went forward to pull her out.
Two weeks having past, they placed her body into a pure white marbel tomb infront of the chared castel; yet still by herside, lay the ever faitful guards she morned so much upon their deaths.