Death.
That is what led to the destruction of Liv's beautiful, peaceful realm. The realm, Animheim, was dying. How? No one knew. Not even the greatest of the philosophers. Never had this been foretold by anyone.
The inhabitants of the dying realm were known as Animèe. They resembled the same structure and build of an earthling human, but taller. And they had the ears and tails of mammals. Some were wolves, or dogs, others were felines, mustelids, and bears. They were very diverse. The most known of the Animèes was the Royale family. Liv was the youngest descendant.
Because of Liv's importance, she was sent away. To Asgard. The young girl had only been told stories of the great Asgardians. Never once had she ever thought that she would actually see them, let alone live in their exquisite realm. Maybe when she gained rule over Animheim, she would get the chance.
Alas, under the conditions she had gone through—outraged mobs terrorizing her family, watching the blight destroy the beautifully green plants and trees, the death it brought to her precious realm, and finally starvation—Liv wasn't very excited to meet the Asgardians.
Liv Royale was young when that all happened. Now, Animheim is a ghost of a lost memory. The King of Asgard had adopted her willingly. First, she was the princess of a dying realm. Now, an Asgardian damsel, waiting to prove her worth to all who questioned her loyalty and skill.
I know, it's a bit short. But all prologues are. So, what do you guys think of this new story? Please comment how you feel about. I'll either post the next chapter this week or next weekend.
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