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Post by Mia/Noir on Oct 25, 2008 12:11:37 GMT 10
 Her body lay lifeless and still, blood soaked through her tattered clothes and mud tangled in her hair. Feathers fell around her, her wings broken and twisted – no longer the pure white that once reflected her light.
Buildings crumbled around her and there were no longer any screams – the darkness that seemed to fill the air and burn your throat now subsided as the sun began to force itself through the clouds. Rain began to wash away the sins that were committed, washing her blood from her body, staining the city streets with a red hue.
Humans, Lycans, Wizards, Demons, Vampires – all those left who were good came out of hiding, filling the streets with disbelief. ‘Was the war over? Had the Ray of Hope done it? Could they all stop fighting now?’ All eyes looked up to the sky, such a beautiful sky – full of new beginning, new hope.
The fight was over: they had peace once more.
There is a prophecy that is hidden deep within this world, a prophecy that has long since been forgotten. It tells of a child, a child who holds the most powerful magic in the world. A human child who is linked to the earth and breathes as it does; who is so innocent that even the purest of white would taint its glow.
It is said that this child will come in the world’s greatest hour of need; it shall undo what is done and cover the earth in its light bringing it out of its darkness and setting the balance. However, everywhere there is good, there is also evil, which will stop at nothing until it has destroyed us all, taken our freedom, killed our hope.
2117, the world has finally gotten over the repercussions of the seven-year long war and people have now moved on. The Humans have all but forgotten that they share their word with creatures of fantasy – of dreams. Many have chosen to forget what had happened 100 years ago, which only now the world has fully healed from. For the Humans they never told their children of it, never passing that knowledge on, choosing to shelter them from their mistakes. However there are those that remember, those that still fight to keep everything that is good, safe. They do it for her, for that child that saved them all those years ago; these people are the Lycans – devoted servants of the angels.
Like all good things however, there are those that will stop at nothing to end everything, to hunt us, torture us, kill us… There are those races that have turned their backs on the light, that fear what it can do. They spend their time plotting, waiting for the time to strike. These are the Demons, a race of creatures that desire nothing more than domination. Along with most Vampires they are forming a strong group, but they are under constant watch from the Wizards that choose to stay natural in the affairs of men. But there is only so long to wait now until history repeats itself.
As it stands, it has begun. The wheels are in motion and the child has been called for once again – born in to this world to save us all, save our souls from destruction. Soon the peace will die. The City of Haven is no longer that safe place it once was, not now that the Demon King has come to town, hunting that very thing we hope in – the Ray of Hope.
People will protect her
Others will use her
Who will you be in the struggle for this world?
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[color=00526C][center][size=1][blockquote][i]Her body lay lifeless and still, blood soaked through her tattered clothes and mud tangled in her hair. Feathers fell around her, her wings broken and twisted – no longer the pure white that once reflected her light.
Buildings crumbled around her and there were no longer any screams – the darkness that seemed to fill the air and burn your throat now subsided as the sun began to force itself through the clouds. Rain began to wash away the sins that were committed, washing her blood from her body, staining the city streets with a red hue.
Humans, Lycans, Wizards, Demons, Vampires – all those left who were good came out of hiding, filling the streets with disbelief. ‘Was the war over? Had the Ray of Hope done it? Could they all stop fighting now?’ All eyes looked up to the sky, such a beautiful sky – full of new beginning, new hope.
The fight was over: they had peace once more.[/i]
There is a prophecy that is hidden deep within this world, a prophecy that has long since been forgotten. It tells of a child, a child who holds the most powerful magic in the world. A human child who is linked to the earth and breathes as it does; who is so innocent that even the purest of white would taint its glow.
It is said that this child will come in the world’s greatest hour of need; it shall undo what is done and cover the earth in its light bringing it out of its darkness and setting the balance. However, everywhere there is good, there is also evil, which will stop at nothing until it has destroyed us all, taken our freedom, killed our hope.
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2117, the world has finally gotten over the repercussions of the seven-year long war and people have now moved on. The Humans have all but forgotten that they share their word with creatures of fantasy – of dreams. Many have chosen to forget what had happened 100 years ago, which only now the world has fully healed from. For the Humans they never told their children of it, never passing that knowledge on, choosing to shelter them from their mistakes. However there are those that remember, those that still fight to keep everything that is good, safe. They do it for her, for that child that saved them all those years ago; these people are the Lycans – devoted servants of the angels.
Like all good things however, there are those that will stop at nothing to end everything, to hunt us, torture us, kill us… There are those races that have turned their backs on the light, that fear what it can do. They spend their time plotting, waiting for the time to strike. These are the Demons, a race of creatures that desire nothing more than domination. Along with most Vampires they are forming a strong group, but they are under constant watch from the Wizards that choose to stay natural in the affairs of men. But there is only so long to wait now until history repeats itself.
As it stands, it has begun. The wheels are in motion and the child has been called for once again – born in to this world to save us all, save our souls from destruction. Soon the peace will die. The City of Haven is no longer that safe place it once was, not now that the Demon King has come to town, hunting that very thing we hope in – the Ray of Hope.
People will protect her
Others will use her
Who will you be in the struggle for this world?
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