a Halloween Fairytail

by frozen galaxy

Rio and Ryoga had been told to never venture into the forest of the forgotten kingdom of Esmea. But they only learn the true reason as to why when they stumble upon an old castle, occupied by two vampires and their strange metal servant. A curse has been placed on the people of Esmea and it is Prince Kaito's duty to protect them. But time is running out, for his people and himself.

1. Chapter 1

Okay this story is going to be done by Fairylight and myself.

Fairylight: I hope you like the story.

Me too! Read on readers!

Two-hundred years ago, in a faraway land, there was a small and prosperous kingdom by the name of Esmea. The rulers of this great kingdom, the kind king and loveable queen, were well loved by all. They had a son, whom they raised to be an honorable and kind prince. Eventually, he grew to be just that, inspired by his parents' lovable nature. As the years passed, he had become a master swordsman, an acceptable horseback rider, and a terrible archer. And, when he learned that his mother was carrying his younger brother, (at least, that's what he thought) he was the happiest boy in the world. The royal family announced it publicly soon after. The kingdom rejoiced, and began to celebrate all through the night. If the King hadn't told them, they wouldn't have slept at all. The royal family was a happy one, and the King ruled well. The kingdom, in turn, was peaceful because of it.
But such a peace was not to last.
For shortly after giving birth to her youngest son, the Queen had died of an unknown illness.
Grief struck the kingdom, especially the King and his son. Many times, the King had wavered. Many times, he wanted to give up. Just throw it all away. But each time, he only had to gaze at his two sons, at their smiling faces as they played, to strengthen his resolve. As his eldest found peace in his younger brother, so did the King find peace in the both of them. No matter how much sorrow he had, he was always a devoted father. The people never lost their faith in him. Their love for him. Maybe, he thought, just maybe, Fate decided to leave him in peace.
But Fate had one last trial for him.
The King's youngest son had fallen victim to the same illness that claimed his beloved mother. The familiar red spots and fever could mean nothing else.
The King summoned all the healers in Esmea, who tried everything in their power. None of them could help the sick little infant. They could not even ease the child's pain. The King was heartbroken. It was like seeing his wife die all over again. His eldest bore more of a resemblance to him, that was true. But his youngest took after his mother. He had her soft, blue hair, her bright, golden eyes. He had a laugh that brought happiness to everyone around him. The King couldn't bear to lose him. But that was only one of the his troubles. After the death of the Queen, his eldest son had became ever distant, the life returning to him because of his little brother. The King couldn't help but notice that dead look in his eyes when he learned of his brother's sickness. His brother was his only reason of living. The King realized, he wasn't just in danger of losing his youngest son.
He was in danger of losing both.
A storm had struck that night, the winds powerful enough to fell trees, the lighting setting fire to them. The rain came down in torrents, flooding the lower parts of Esmea. Many turned to others for refuge, and none were refused. A Sorcerer had arrived at the castle that night, supposedly to escape from the storm. He, like others, was not refused by the kind King. He wore a dark cloak around himself, his face concealed by a hood. As he dried by the fire, the Sorcerer had revealed it was not the storm that drove him here. Upon being asked, he explained that he felt the grief emanating from the kingdom, especially at the castle. He said it had drawn him here, and he had come to get rid of it. He requested a personal audience with the King, no one else could enter. As soon as everyone had left, and the doors were closed, the Sorcerer spoke. He wanted to make a deal with the King. He had the power to save the King's youngest son, still in the crib with his older brother at his side. However, to do this, he needed payment. A life was being saved, after all. He needed another life. The King's, to be precise. Besides that, he needed more. He also wanted his most prized possession. The child, otherwise, would not be saved. The King, in an act of desperation, agreed to his demands. The sorcerer then did what was requested of him, and in a matter of hours, he had released death from the infant's body. But his work was not done. He turned around, throwing a cloud of black smoke at the King.
The death on his son now embraced the King's fragile heart.
It had frozen in an instant, not even giving the King a chance to see his sons for a final time.
The sorcerer seized his chance. He cast black magic over the entirety of Esmea, condemning it and it's people to live the rest of their lives in darkness. He had turned them into creatures of the shadows, creatures thought to live in folk legends alone. He caused a deep, magical forest to sprout, enveloping the kingdom, completely hiding them from the world. No sunlight could pass through these magical trees, only the rays of the moon.
The Prince was afraid. He had seen what the Sorcerer had done to his father. He felt that his next target would be his beloved brother. No, he knew. Because of this, armed with his sword and all of his courage, he challenged the Sorcerer to a battle of swords. He believed that love, friendship, and courage would defeat the darkness, and vanquish any evil. The sorcerer, intrigued by the boy's courage and will, accepted the challenge. They fought head to head, their abilities equally matched. It was only by resorting to tricks did the Sorcerer win. He had frozen the Prince's body for a second, one precious second, to gain an edge. Curious to see how far his opponent's will could go, he transformed both he and his younger brother into creatures sustained by blood and darkness, denied and threatened by the rays of the sun. As the Prince laid on the floor, cursed and defeated by the Sorcerer, the Sorcerer made another deal. If the prince and his brother were able to find a human feel genuine love and affection for the two of them, without a doubt in their mind, the curse on Esmea would fall. However, if they could not do so within two-hundred years time, every soul in Esmea would belong to the Sorcerer, including their own. With that, he vanished into the shadows.
Never to be seen for another two-hundred years.
Time passed, and Esmea was forgotten. The only thing remembered was the legend it left behind, becoming a piece of fearsome folklore, the forest itself avoided by other people.
Because of this, Esmea has been forced to wait.
Forgotten in the wind.

Okay, I have no idea when the next chapter will be posted, so yeah. Review please!