1 Prologue
500 years ago...
...the world of men and beast stood as one in the heart of a tranquil realm, a captivating and mystical Land known as Sot.
Sot was a place where wonder and enchantment intertwined seamlessly into the fabric of everyday life. Surrounded by majestic mountains that seemed to touch the sky with each one covered in mist and mystery that created an aura of protection round about.
To the west, the ocean stretched beyond the horizon and seemed to go on to the end of the world. It's deep blue waters mirrored the azure sky above.
The hills and valleys created a patchwork quilt of vibrant colours and stood as a testament to nature's mastery in art.
The city itself was a masterpiece of ancient architectural beauty, buildings adorned with intricate details and designs that seemed to dance in the daylight.
It's narrow streets led their ways to marketplaces, bars, great halls of men and beasts, of scholars and students and of leaders, quiet courtyards, and hidden corners where lovers words were whispered cementing their place in the web of time.
Magical creatures and men, both elegant and mischievous, big and small roamed freely, adding an air of whimsy to the city's atmosphere.
The stars at night in the sky told stories of ancient heroes and mythical beasts of old, it called and pulled in dreamers to lose themselves in the tapestry and magic of the universe.
Sot, a city of boundless wonder, was a place that captured the imagination and left an indelible mark on the soul of all who were fortunate enough to experience its magic
To govern the people were:
The Four House of Royals, one different from the other.
The houses that ruled were...
The Royal House of Keros. Magic creatures,descents from fairies. They were know through out the land to posses unique healing abilities, strength, a certain elegance and beauty that flowed from one generation to the next.
The Royal House of Zeror! Werewolves that possessed a unique sense for pending danger, great might, strength, intellect, and power. Widely loved for their kindness and thoughtfulness to everyone who crosses their path.
The Royal House of Ender. Elves, possessing great beauty, intelligence, long life and magic of mind control. Tales of old once said that one was fortunate to be controlled by them for they only sought one of a pure spirit and mind.
And the Royal House of Dagon, Humans. They were filled with great courage, fearlessness and kindness although rumoured to be descents from witches of a dark age once known as Dragomira. The scariest levels of Witches and Wizards of unlimited powers and rare spiritual alignment.
Drunkards and intoxicated souls at the dimly lit pubs and tavern by night told of tales about them.
"They have control over the most powerful force known to man and beast alike," said one man on one of such nights.
"What force is that?" cried another drunken man on the precipice of a collapse on the hard wooden floor that had seen kinder days and nights.
"Love you idiot! Love!"
A raucous of laughter ensued. "Love you say. I fell in love once, dint take me long to realize it wos stupidity in its most wicked and raw form," cried another fellow.
"Arhhh shatup you! You have been stuupid from birth," said the first fellow.
"Kip talking and I'd call a Dragomira on ya dinny ass." Yelled yet another.
With every word spoken, the atmosphere becomes charged with tension, and what seemed like a night of good fellowship swiftly dissolves into an intense confrontation.
That night ended with a fight as egos clashed, leaving behind a room filled with shattered glass, bloody noses, wet floors and an angry elven bar owner.
They lived in peace and harmony with the Royal House of Dagon sitting on the seat of power and order ruling over all the lands and it's people.
A peace so feeble that the House of Ai, werewolves, known for their great hunting skills, violent nature, and thirst for power, stirred up hate and divide between the four houses sparking a two hundred and seventy days war that ended in bloodshed and great pain. and the lingering echo of a city that ended in destruction.
The house of Zeror pleaded for an amicable solution but it fell on deaf ears and rigid minds and in the end they succumbed to the war, solely protecting their household.
Half of the household of Ender stood strongly with the royal house of Dagon at the peak of the war in solidarity but in time changed sides.
In the final days, it was a war between man and beasts of all kind.
The house of Ender and the house of Dagon where lost to the war, completely executed, reduced to tales and stories told under moonlit skies and a thousand stars by parents who weren't afraid of the past.
Born from a place of great pain, the house of Dagon, as a last blow to the ones who betrayed them, placed a curse on all werewolves. A spell that would deter the werewolves from feeding on humans. That veil of magic spread across their world even after the death of the House of Dagon, making true the rumors of them being Dragomira.
Some wondered why they never used their powers at the start of the war.
Maybe they had vowed never to go back to magic.
Maybe they didn't see their untimely death coming to pass so soon.
Maybe they truly were blinded by trust and love for the ones who had turned around to stab them in the back.
No one could ever tell...
All sides felt the pain that accompanied loss and death. Bloodshed of a great number was recorded, some stories say the streams flowed with blood for months after the war.
The humans that survived the war fled for their lives, vowing to never live as one with beasts until the end of time. A world that stood as one, was now two.
So they built their own city, taking to the east side, a little far away from the beasts and creatures of all other kinds.
Their city was called ASHFORD.
And the city of beast, taking to the west, was now called TAHU. Three little nations were created under it to further lay claim on plain lands.
They were the land of Tain, land of Tine and the land of Taadee.
In the city of Tahu still reigned four house of Royals.
The Royal house of Zeror. Werewolves. Their position among the upper class never challenged or questioned.
The Royal house of Keros. Magic Creatures of fairies descent allowed to stay on due to the healing power abilities they possessed.
The Royal house of Vayr, Forest elves and distant cousins of the former house of Ender. Skilled in the power of illusion. Their pride knew no bounds.
And...
The Royal house of Ai, who after their part in the war took over reigns of power forcefully.
Part of the place they once shared and called home was now a forest, mighty trees grown from the bones and decay of ancestors long gone and vaguely forgotten.
The forest of the damned.
It stood tall, thick and mighty in between the two cities as a constant reminder of what was and what was never to be again... Unity and oneness between them.
