With a fire roaring three figures clung to the fading heat on a harsh winter evening.
A gentle and seemingly frail old woman sat upon a plush red chair, a toddler on her left and a young child on her right. Both girls held a head of glossy raven locks, their bright blue eyes never wavering from the older womans face as she spoke in hushed tones.
A fairytale was being spoke, one both girls had heard countless times before.
"Mediocris Terra is a magical place.... one that has existed since the dawn of time, you see many people over the years have spoken of such a place" the gentle woman told the young children watching with delight as their faces lit up.
"Mediocris Terra is a beautiful place with green valleys, golden hills and clear blue lakes. It is untouched, the creatures that live there live with their surroundings" the wistful tone could not be missed.
"But sadly as many good creatures that lived there, there was of course many bad creatures.... ones who did not believe that the good creatures should have all of the beauty. Those came from the wastelands wanted to spoil the beauty and peace those who were good had worked hard for" Sadness crept into the womans voice and her face took a shadow that was not created by the fire.
"A dark queen rose from the wastelands intent of taking all that was good.... she created a war killing the king and queen of Mediocris leaving their young son to be hidden in the hopes that one day he would grow up and retake what was his" the woman told them before a golden clock tolled it's bell.
Slipping back to her gentle manner she rose from her sit taking the toddler in her arms. "It is time for bed my sweet ones" she told them before leading the way to the nursery.
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My blessed Granddaughter left the trouble lands of Mediocris nearly ninety years ago to the land of the humans. She was not the only one, for you see the war she spoke of to the children still wages now in Mediocris, the Dark Queen Moria holds Mediocris in a dark powerful hold.
Ninety years ago I sent twenty of our most powerful good witches and warlocks to the human world in the hopes of finding human children who could believe enough in Mediocris, enough to fight when the time came.
Eleven years all twenty witches and warlocks returned with small children some as young as three years old where they were hidden and taught with the hope that when the rightful heir to Mediocris Prince Theo was of age to lead an army.
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