There is more to this story then meets the eye, though. The darkness wasn’t just a dark empty space, it was a being that created the goddesses as his lovers, but when they rejected him he erased their memory and let them wonder in his domain for eternity. When he saw all the new creation he became angry and broke through the barrier of the sky and into the earth. The barrier Fenton created was so strong it weakened him and he drove himself into the earth where a labyrinth created itself around him. There he would stay until something awoke him.
The land was sleeping this starless night; it was almost time for the dark creatures of the elements to appear. The outcast beings were being transformed into untold of creatures, while deep in the sea animals of unknown swam through the seaweed. Where the roots of the mountain and the trees touch there lay a labyrinth, of what seemed to be insignificant. There a beautiful blue crystal of the earth lay guarded by the magic that was not seen. It had been four centuries since the darkness was found in the under-earth labyrinth, and no one could find it now, just knowing the evil was dwelling somewhere. It took the power of elements to stop the darkness but with two elements unreachable, and the other two lost forever it took more then such power to stop the evil. There were a select few of the royal families remaining who held a secret gift however.
A small fire could be barely seen from the foot of the mountains. A lonely figure sat their reading a powerful book of dark magic. Three days from home and Arisa of the human kingdom was so wrapped up in the history of the earth. She was a part of the royal family so held some elemental powers of her own. She was kept hidden as the secret child (like every generation had done in case of the evil ones return), so had little knowledge of what she was capable of. For you see, most generations of royalty would have more then one child. A selected child would be chosen to hide away, for if evil ever arose, and the royals could not defend themselves, a secret heir would be ready and prepared to fight for them. The enemy would never see them coming.
Sadly for the child, their families remained safe, and so they lived very sad lives.
Arisa knew she could control light and she did it well, but what of the air. This was the lost art that no one could master. It was told you could fly and control the winds, but no one had proven this, so it was only a myth. Arisa didn’t believe in myths, she believed it was a lost part of her, and she could get it back. She was jealous of the mer-people who had control of the earth and water already. Her sword lay on her lap and she was content and quiet as she read. She would find the labyrinth she was looking for, even if she must find the labyrinths she wasn’t.
Arisa slammed the book shut and slammed her back against the tree she was leaning on. She could not understand why it could be so complicated, and she was an impatient person at times, and she thrived on challenges so this case was not helping her nerves. She glared at the fire, but the flames started to flicker in an unusual way. The small pebbles by her feet started to flicker and the flame of her fire had gone out. The small quake ended and by this time Arisa had grabbed her sword. It was a light weight, silver blade, engraved with deep magic markings from the sea kingdom. They had more power then the human kingdom, and all weaponry was imported from the under water world. The hilt was designed especially for grip, but had a smooth layer for easy manoeuvre. She put her book in her bag and stood up and looked around her. Nothing, there was nothing around, but then why did the ground shake? She walked more towards the cliff that was next to her camp and placed her hand on the rock, the hilt of her sword brushed up against the rock, like her slender fingers did. Immediately a set stone in the hilt of her sword began to glimmer and little sparkles of diamonds lit up along the wall of the mountain, like a path guiding it’s follower to its destination. Arisa jumped back and the light disappeared from both hilt and rock. She moved closer to the rock again, and realized what was happening. She remembered reading something about magic stones; a part of the history of the goddess Aileana.
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“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it."
Ivan Panin
Beauty From Your Pain
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