In the Days of Old

Let me tell you a story older than time itself. A story of a girl who longed for something more. More than what life was providing her. This is my story, and it is about time it has been said. Let me take you back to how the world as I know it came to be. It was dark times with no light or joy to be found. Everything was shrouded in darkness and shadow. Our lord and ruler of our realm did nothing to protect his people from the infinite corruption for he gained power from the blight. He was then named Malafeim, the Dark Lord. He was powerful. Too powerful for anyone to oppose him.

The sky would never shine of the golden light of day or the cool glow of night. No star will shine nor will any animal dare to make a sound. No fairy or nymph was safe from the beasts that lurked in the mist and forever darkness. That was until a brave and beautiful creature stole the heart of the Dark Lord. Through this affection a seed was planted. A seed that would poison the very ground. 

The selfish Lord wanted her all to himself and that desire, that poison, only spread deeper and deeper until he was too blind to see what he had become, a monster. A monster born from greed, malice, and lust. He had no true love in his heart and he then grew far too dangerous to continue going unchecked.

The only fairy to be able to get close to the foul beast was Norheim, the bewitching fairy with the secret of light and beauty, was able to put him under a powerful trance. She then banished him by locking him away. Never to be seen again. Since then, light now flows into the valley. Plants now grow and flourish with such beautiful colors. Joy can be found from all around, but all still fear the darkness and what lies beneath the shadows. For the seed has already been planted and can be found in the hearts of all living things. Greed, desire, lust, and evil. There is a fine line between the forces of good and evil. For each resides in each and every one of us. 

One must choose which to follow. This is the very making of our world. With the horrors of Malafeim fresh in the minds of all those who reside within the valley they decided that it was time to declare a new bloodline to the throne. They sought out for none other than Norheim herself. She took the crown with great honor and ambition with a promise in hand. For all to know the meaning of peace and prosperity. And to always live in the light. Because, if one were to keep themselves in the shadows, the influence of Malafeim could return. And the darkness would consume the valley once more with everything within its grasp.

But a problem is still to be faced. Who will keep the darkness at bay? Keep the demons Malafeim awakened in check? Ensure that the beasts of the night never awaken? To keep the peace under the cover of shadow? And will they get corrupted, or will they maintain their sanity? Will they be strong, or will they succumb to the will of Malafeim?