Hello yes I wrote this thing it’s 466 words long and uhh a story passed down in the city that one of my stories takes place in. Anyway uh it’s under the cut yeah.
Once upon a time, the Light Realm was quite populous. Our world was full of peace and harmony for millennia, but, one day, a terrible sorcerer from the realm of the humans became jealous of our beautiful and prosperous land. This wicked human made a pact with the forces of the Dark Realm and Human Realm to overthrow our land. With the power of two realms at their hands, the sorcerer decimated the Light Realm. Entire cities were destroyed with a flick of their wrist, people killed in a glance. Within hours, the whole realm had been laid waste to. Hardly any citizens remained, but there was one hero who managed to protect her city from the dark powers.
One city, an island named Oratia, was saved from the enemy. Their king had been prepared to surrender their home to the enemy, but his young daughter, a girl named Eletia convinced her father to stand up and fight. Answering the king’s subsequent call to arms, the people of Oratia valiantly fought off their foes. The human sorcerer grew angrier and angrier, sending countless hordes of their followers to attack the island to no avail. The people of Oratia were growing weaker with every attack, but so was their enemy. Eventually, after days of trying to defeat the island, the sorcerer knew that it wasn’t worth it. The king of Oratia had been killed in the attack, so the sorcerer knew that they had at least left a lasting impact on the people. They took their army and left the people of Oratia with one last promise.
If the people of Oratia ever tried to leave their island, then there would be deadly consequences. The sorcerer would return with more power, and they would not hesitate to wipe out the island. To strengthen the warning, the sorcerer placed a curse on the people: for all time, the people of Oratia would be born without their wings. The sorcerer could do nothing to the people who still survived, but their children would never have their wings or magic.
The people of Oratia were distraught, but they managed to survive. They built walls around their city, afraid that any of their people might try to leave. They taught their children the story of the war, and it was passed on for generations. Almost all of the citizens with wings died out within a short period of time, except for the new queen, Eletia. Blessed with the gift of everlasting life that was bestowed upon royalty, she continues to help her citizens survive to this day, along with perpetuating her father’s memory.
If it were not for our Esteemed Majesty, Queen Eletia Novolith, our beautiful land of Oratia would have been eradicated along with the rest of the Light Realm.
