The Legend of Valmyle Story by Isaakian Adept
On the continent known as Angara, there is a legend. It is known only to a few beings; some human, some not. It says of a mysterious kingdom, a magical land. Swallowed by the earth centuries ago. Many have gone in search of this beautiful place, and yet, none have them have returned. This is a story of a group of friends who found the kingdom. The kingdom...of Valmyle.
PROLOGUE: In the year 701, several centuries before Isaac's generation, King Valmee ruled a small kingdom. At first, it was simply called "The Lonely Lands." This was not because of its population, for it had several hundred people. It was called so because it rested in the middle of Angara. On top of Mount Easu, the tallest member of the Goma Mountain range. It was almost impossible to get to, and if you did, you would remain unwelcome.
After a century or so, the King had named his kingdom, Valmee. However, because of his extreme power, he became more and more power hungry. Eventually, his son, Valmyne, justifiably murdered his father, after Valmee killed is wife and several members of his court. Valmyne took his father's place as king, and renamed the lands, Valmyle.
Valmyle did not last as long as Valmyne and his people had planned. During his reign, Valmee had gone a long journey. As he traveled, he met many Adepts. He also visited the Venus Temple, a large building built to honor the god of the earth, Venus himself. Unfortunately, while he was there, he was attacked by a fellow Jupiter Adept king. Venus did not like seeing the two clans fighting, so he cursed each.
"Because you wish to war in my temple, I curse you! Curse you, curse you, curse you! The Venus clan's greatest kingdom is destined be swallowed up by the earth, and will destroy itself in a war for power. The Jupiter clan's greatest kingdom will rise into the sky, and destroy itself in a war for fortune. You will all regret this!" The two Adepts stopped their warring and looked up at the statue speaking to them.
"Please!" Valmee pleaded. "There must be a way to break this curse." The statue grunted and paused for moment, then continued.
"All right. You may have your wish. If the current king during the war can destroy whom or what he loves best, the curse to his clan will break. Now leave, before I change my mind." The royals nodded and rushed from the building. A hundred years later, the curse came true.
The people of Valmyle panicked as the land around them cracked and crumbled. Women and children screamed as men rushed to get their weapons and armor.
"No! Don't go!" They pleaded, but the loyal people knew the king needed protection. Not knowing what they were in for, thousands of people rushed to the palace, simply to find their beloved King Valmyne dead. He had been crushed by a large boulder, fallen from the sky.
They knew what was happening as they saw the earth rise above them. The sky slowly disappeared as they sank lower into the mountain. Finally, all the horror stopped. The kingdom halted, and the screaming was silenced. The villagers and lords became equal in an instant. They all finally looked around, and saw the destruction and terror surrounding each one of them. Then, they cried.
They cried and sobbed and shouted and screamed. There king was dead, their homes in ruins, and no one knew. They were forgotten. They were simply, a legend. The Legend of Valmyle...
On the continent known as Angara, there is a legend. It is known only to a few beings; some human, some not. It says of a mysterious kingdom, a magical land. Swallowed by the earth centuries ago. Many have gone in search of this beautiful place, and yet, none have them have returned. This is a story of a group of friends who found the kingdom. The kingdom...of Valmyle.
PROLOGUE: In the year 701, several centuries before Isaac's generation, King Valmee ruled a small kingdom. At first, it was simply called "The Lonely Lands." This was not because of its population, for it had several hundred people. It was called so because it rested in the middle of Angara. On top of Mount Easu, the tallest member of the Goma Mountain range. It was almost impossible to get to, and if you did, you would remain unwelcome.
After a century or so, the King had named his kingdom, Valmee. However, because of his extreme power, he became more and more power hungry. Eventually, his son, Valmyne, justifiably murdered his father, after Valmee killed is wife and several members of his court. Valmyne took his father's place as king, and renamed the lands, Valmyle.
Valmyle did not last as long as Valmyne and his people had planned. During his reign, Valmee had gone a long journey. As he traveled, he met many Adepts. He also visited the Venus Temple, a large building built to honor the god of the earth, Venus himself. Unfortunately, while he was there, he was attacked by a fellow Jupiter Adept king. Venus did not like seeing the two clans fighting, so he cursed each.
"Because you wish to war in my temple, I curse you! Curse you, curse you, curse you! The Venus clan's greatest kingdom is destined be swallowed up by the earth, and will destroy itself in a war for power. The Jupiter clan's greatest kingdom will rise into the sky, and destroy itself in a war for fortune. You will all regret this!" The two Adepts stopped their warring and looked up at the statue speaking to them.
"Please!" Valmee pleaded. "There must be a way to break this curse." The statue grunted and paused for moment, then continued.
"All right. You may have your wish. If the current king during the war can destroy whom or what he loves best, the curse to his clan will break. Now leave, before I change my mind." The royals nodded and rushed from the building. A hundred years later, the curse came true.
The people of Valmyle panicked as the land around them cracked and crumbled. Women and children screamed as men rushed to get their weapons and armor.
"No! Don't go!" They pleaded, but the loyal people knew the king needed protection. Not knowing what they were in for, thousands of people rushed to the palace, simply to find their beloved King Valmyne dead. He had been crushed by a large boulder, fallen from the sky.
They knew what was happening as they saw the earth rise above them. The sky slowly disappeared as they sank lower into the mountain. Finally, all the horror stopped. The kingdom halted, and the screaming was silenced. The villagers and lords became equal in an instant. They all finally looked around, and saw the destruction and terror surrounding each one of them. Then, they cried.
They cried and sobbed and shouted and screamed. There king was dead, their homes in ruins, and no one knew. They were forgotten. They were simply, a legend. The Legend of Valmyle...
