Xylona
ur not a ghost, i'm not afraid of u
It goes like this,
The fourth,
The fifth,
A minor fall,
A major lift.
The baffled King composing hallelujah.
The fourth,
The fifth,
A minor fall,
A major lift.
The baffled King composing hallelujah.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms that ruled the land of Iricion. They were called Aduvion of the East, and Isetora of the West. These kingdoms, while both ruled by humans, had never been on good terms. There was a long and conflicted tale between the two. One of treachery and murder, all over a battle that took place more than two hundred years ago. This is where it all began.
To shorten history, for your own sake, the Queen of Aduvion was assassinated in a raid of the palace. This destroyed the morale of the Aduvion people, and shaped them into the people that they were today-- heartless. Not in a brutish way, but in a withdrawn way. The Aduvion people are very poised, and intelligent. They carry themselves with such a conceited grace that no other can muster. They live under the grayest of clouds, and are the tallest, palest people you'd ever see. They'll either master you in a battle of wits or impale you with the sharpest, skinniest of rapiers.. and they won't miss your heart. The kingdom is now ruled by king Maldon and queen Juvia. They have two sons, whose names shall not be given.
The kingdom of Isetora, on the other hand, is quite the opposite of their withdrawn intellectual neighbors to the East. The only thing that they share is their pale skin. Their cultures, however, are completely different. The people of Isetora are usually very loud and boisterous, flourishing from their ability to speak their minds and rush into battle unafraid. As you walk through Isetora you will hear laughing and chatter from every direction, whether it be from the open woodland houses or the local tavern. Instead of rapiers, Isetorians commonly fight with spears and axes. While they couldn't recite facts about every type of bird in the forest, they could argue that the sky wasn't blue and convince you to believe them. They are ruled by king Mercutio and queen Ester. They have two daughters, whose names shall not be given.
Since the battle that killed the Aduvion queen, the two had been at war ever since. However, two hundred years was a long time to fight and maintain battles. Supplies were running low on both sides, and so was morale. Both kings were simply baffled. They knew that this fighting had to end, but neither wanted to but their pride aside and surrender. It was then that they realised, that for the first time in history, both kingdoms had children that were of age to marry. After a year of sending messengers back and forth, negotiating a peace treaty, it was decided-- the royal children would be married, and unite the two for good. It would be the last step of their peace process, and it would be irreversible.
We are the royal children, and this is our story.
