Once did a king realize that he could not rule his desired Earth on his own, his predecessor underestimated the inhabitants of the planet — even with his power he alone was not enough. How infuriating. He walked the empty hallways of his castle —all of Magix meant nothing to him, there was only one place he cared for: his Earth.

'Why don't they kneel for me' he thought to himself as he sat in his chambers alone, the isolation was a lover of his, and his confusion grew rapid as days and nights passed. 'Am I wrong to love the very place of my birth enough to make it my own? Or am I wrong to wish them to love me too? Why shouldn't they adore me!? I've proven my worth!?" His thoughts were unanswered, but something caught his eye as he looked at the vision before him, a circlet of white which connected the fairies, that's what he needed.

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Once was a king who in isolation stood tall, bloodying his hands in his work. Barely he ate or slept working day and night, and praying to no one this plan work. The servants dare not interrupt him lest they end up like those who had. Only when their services were requested did they dare even look towards his wing— everyday they prayed their services not be requested. One late night a roar of success ring through the halls. Their king held in his hands a circlet of black. He'd use it to obtain his own coven, and they would join him—even should he force it.