This is one I started writing in year 7, dropped, came back to, deleted and now recently restarted. sweatdrop I'm hoping that by posting it somewhere and having people criticise it I might be more motivated to actually get it finished sweatdrop
Prologue
Once upon a time, in a land not so very different from our own, a princess was born. Not unlike most story-book princesses she was a very pretty baby, and was obviously destined to grow up into a very beautiful young lady.
True to expectation, she grew up beautifully, and was loved by the whole kingdom, for as well as her looks, she was also smart and kind. The kingdom was prosperous, and the princess grew to be very happy.
However, there were darker times to come.
Wars began between other kingdoms, and her people were sent to fight alongside their allies. Her father became mad with bloodlust, and the other kingdoms turned on her people as a result. Even after her father passed away and she took up the crown, her people were isolated. It got to a point where she had no choice but to seek new lands where her people could start anew and prosper.
She sent groups to seek these new lands, but all came back with the same news; that wherever they went her people would be unwelcome. She sought a new alternative, she took her people into hiding underground.
Years passed, and more years, until finally, some of her people began to emerge, thinking they might finally be safe. However, cruel legends had spread and grown, of an evil people who could not be trusted.
The people who had emerged were cut off from the underground passages, and as such were forced into dense forest and mountains. There, they gave up hope of ever being reunited with their people and built homes for themselves.
Centuries passed, and these two new kingdoms began to prosper in their own ways.
The kingdom of the mountains isolated themselves from the other people of the world, and the kingdom of the woods eventually came into contact with and gained the begrudging trust of the outside kingdoms.
Underground the queen gave birth to a daughter and raised her on stories of the over world, the way it had been before the war had forced them into hiding. This daughter then became queen and eventually gave birth to a daughter of her own, she too raised this daughter on the same stories she had been told as a child. However, instead of accepting them as a part of her history as her mother had, this daughter became torn with jealousy and hatred. How dare they drive her people underground? These feelings were left unchecked for years on end, until her mother passed away and she was named ruler of the underworld.
As this new queen sat herself onto the throne, she named herself Valsharess and swore to take vengeance on the people of the over world.
And this, is where our story, truly, begins.
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