A/N: Hello, my lovely readers. I have been playing Perfect World for a month or two now and have fallen in love with it. Call me a nerd, but it is a great way to pass away the boring hours of the day; hours that I should probably spend writing lol Anyway, I have done a little research and thought it was interesting that the Winged Elves and Humans once fought a war against each other before the war with the wraiths. So I came up with this story one night and decided it would be an excellent one to put up on here. So I hope you will all like it as much as I am already beginning to love writing it. Read and enjoy!
Seize the Day
It was two hundred years after the war with the wraiths. The remaining few that survived had finally been eradicated; the monsters that had once riddled the land had been driven into the Wastelands. Once more the world was safe and at peace. The treaty among the three races: Humans, Winged Elves, and Untamed, still remained intact. To secure the peace, a change was made in the Human government, and authority over their kingdoms was given to the women of royal blood. These women had a bloodline that ran back to that of the Winged Elves. Magic coursed within their veins, thus making it more effortless for the queen to protect her people. It was hoped that they would prove less driven by lust for power and wealth. And for many years this proved to be true.
The world entered a period of prosperity; the land flourishing without the pestilence of monsters. It was during this time that the Human queen Cordelia, old age beginning to hinder her abilities to govern her people, had to choose her heir between her twin daughters. At the age of nineteen, both were practiced Wizards; well learned in the magic arts. The first-born, Eleora, was compassionate and tender in nature with excellent skills in diplomacy. Her sister, Demelza, was more ambitious and cunning; her interest lying within the art of warfare and combat. The two sisters had many qualities that were sought for in a fine queen.
And so, the Queen gave her daughters a simple task to decide which of the two would be more fit to take her place on the throne. Their task was a moral one; they would be given a situation and they would have to explain how they would solve it. The situation was this: if their allies were to turn against them and march on against their people, how would they defend them. The girls were given a week to think on this. And when their week was up, they visited their mother one by one in her bed chamber. Both were only closeted with Cordelia for a few minutes, but the over all decision went on for two days. At the close of the second day, the daughters were summoned to the throne room where their mother received them.
It was then, that Queen Cordelia revealed that she would pass on her crown to Eleora, for even in the face of a war, she would still attempt to hold together the promise of peace. Demelza, however, had told her mother she would gather such an army to the defense of their kingdoms that whomever opposed them would never stand a chance for victory. It seemed at the time that both daughters accepted the queen's decision graciously. In truth though, Demelza was furious. She felt she surpassed her sister in all aspects that were required of a queen, and that it should have been she that was chosen. But Demelza being clever of mind knew that now was not her time to act. She would wait; gain the trust and loyalty of those that would be of great importance to her later on. And when the moment was right, she would act.
A month later, Queen Cordelia passed on, and Eleora ascended the throne. She proved to be as benevolent and just as her mother. Demelza became High Priestess of the Wizards, delving even more deeply into the mystic arts and over-seeing the training of future Wizards. Eleora's subjects loved her, and under her rule the peace continued. In the fifth year of her reign, Queen Eleora took a consort, a decorated Blademaster in her army by the name of Alasdair. Theirs was a pure and true love, and the beautiful daughter that was blessed upon them a year later was the product of that love. An heir to the throne made the future look brighter still. She was given the name Alya, and her demeanor was as warm and bright as her name. Even as an infant, the mystic powers of her ancestors were apparent in her. She too would become a Wizard like her mother before her.
Life seemed so perfect, until their world came crashing down. When Alya was nearly three years old, her father Alasdair fell in battle, protecting the land from monsters that tries to cross over from the Wastelands. His body was brought back to the city of Etherblade where he was then buried, and a statue was erected in his honor. With the lost of her consort, Queen Eleora descended into a deep depression. Not even her loving and brilliant daughter could coax her back from the abyss of her grief. And with the loss of her happiness, her health also began to diminish. Everyone who loved her watched as Eleora's strength and beauty waned away a little more each day. She survived a month, maybe two before her frail body could not live with the suffering anymore. Queen Eleora passed on, leaving behind a scared and lonely, grief-stricken child and an empty throne. Princess Alya was too young to become queen over the Human kingdoms, which left the control over the government unbound.
It was then, Demelza saw that the opportunity that she had been waiting so long and patiently for had finally arrived. Fate had at last smiled upon her and granted Demelza her deepest wish. Stepping forward as the devoted and kindhearted aunt that she appeared to be, Demelza offered to be Alya's regent until she reached the age of nineteen and was fit to rule as queen. At first, it seemed like the perfect solution, and the council that had advised the queen agreed that it was in the best interest of the people. But once Demelza was crowned and put upon the throne, everything began to turn dark. She started to push on the boundaries of the Elvin and Untamed lands, claiming that the land belonged to the Humans. The Winged Elves became angered at this; the betrayal of their treaty re-opening old wounds. Before long, the war of centuries ago had once more arose. The Untamed for the most part, retreated back into the mountains. Those that didn't want to remain neutral and watch from the sidelines picked sides, fighting for either money or other personal motives.
The war was even more brutal and bloody than before. Just as she had once promised her mother, Demelza rose up such an army that it took everything the Winged Elves and their forces had to keep them at bay. Whatever Human resistance that tried to fight against Demelza was crushed almost as soon as it had started. She had powerful Wizards and Blademasters at her beck and call, not to mention the Barbarians and Venomancers that she paid handsomely to fight for her cause. It was apparent far too late what the council had allowed to happen. Demelza would not rest until she had supreme control over the entire world. She would crush anyone in her way without a second thought. The future began to look very bleak indeed.
Those who still clung onto the hope for peace held faith in that one day the daughter of their beloved Queen Eleora, Princess Alya, would deliver them from this nightmare. As the years drug on without sign of the war ending, rumors flew among the faithful of a prophesy, predicting the come of a great warrior who would liberate the world from the dark force that sought to enslave them. No one dared to speak of it aloud, for to do so, would mean treason in the Human kingdoms. But in comforting whispers to frighten children and hopeful murmurs around the campfire, the prophesy was recited like a cherished prayer.
When the Light dies from the land
Consumed by the Darkness
Hence shall arise a savior
A warrior of the royal blood
Who shall end the days of Darkness
The Light-Bringer shall triumph
And so, the story begins…
A/N: I think it is off to a good start! Well, you know what to do. Leave me lots of wonderful reviews and i will try to update asap! Love, LOR