(Hey guys! Oh my god, this is my first story ever... I'm kinda nervous! Please don't kill me if you find some grammatical mistakes. I'm not a native speaker _ Anyways, I hope you like my little story about Hans, our beloved douchebag prince! )Prologue
Sometimes it's hard for souls to find their right way on their journey through time. Some souls might be misunderstood, hurt, mistreated… and others might struggle with something they've never experienced before.
Usually, the soul travels its ways through the dark tunnel until it finds the exit- but extremely rarely it gets pulled away from its actual path and gets thrown onto a new one, which was never constructed for it.
One of these souls was Rachel, a young lady, who was abducted by foreign mights and carried into another time, a time much earlier than the time she used to live in, only to be cursed with powers she didn't want.
But why, why was she brought into a place she wasn't destined for?
Because there was another soul. A soul, she had to meet. A soul, that was early driven off its original path and harmed and changed… so that the once so innocent one was made into a depressed, angry creature craving to be healed.
Only a few knew who one of these two was. But they had nothing good on their minds. They were old, cold wizards, who dragged Rachel into their time, cursing her and leaving here alone in a small kingdom, so that she could find the other one, since an ancient prophecy read:
"When one of times not known collides with one of ours,
When one of anger in their blue blood heart will find the others powers,
when one as desperate as a wolf will take the others hand,
will one who had lost all his hope bring fire to those once banned"
And the once banned wizards wanted the fire. They starved for it.