A long long time ago, as all stories tend to go, there was once a sea; bathed in darkness that cannot be seen as far as the human eye can see.
[Our scene begins with a blank empty scene. Sounds of waves crashed into each other, yet no wave was nowhere to be seen.]
Suddenly, a heavenly light vanquishes the darkness, colors upon colors bleed across the waves, unveiling the constellations and stars in its place.
[Out of nowhere, a white light blasts across the screen. As it takes form, every color in the universe dances in the now visible waves. The sky and the earth depart, and like a pulse, a shadow of the constellations arrose amongst the roots of colors bathing the waters.]
Holding the dreams of the souly departed, the stars gained the ability to grants ones wish, and guide them to a better tomorrow.
[We see several humans gifting their wish to the sky, with the sky returning the wish back, humming as that gift was granted.]
One day, the stars above granted humanity of their gifts, not knowing of the consequences that ensued from their knowledge.
[One of the constellations, not in view, gifts a star symbol, signifying it to be magic.]
In the end, what began as a creative tool for the human imagination, ended in war, death, and extinction.
[The sun begins to fall, dawning a shade of pale red across several figures:
The Unicorn darkens and disapear. The constellations disapear as well. Leaving light highlights of the Fairies, Sirens, and Dragons in its place.]
The remaining stars from the conflict, erased all wisdom of what humanity used to conjure, leaving only the fractured tales for generations to come.
[The human that had rose its hands to the heavens with the star in its hand fades away, amonst everything else in the tapestry. All the color from this story then disapears to a soft blue color as it takes shape.]
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The moon glistened on the marbled floor, bathing the hallway in a faint blue color. A young boy walked silently in the halls of his home, fidgeting with a wooden doll he made in his hand; carving circles and lines into the crevices of the wood carefully with a small, silver, blade.
Paintings of his parents stood high and tall along the walls as he passed, painted with a soft, humble smile that brought out their kind souls. With the boy, centered in the middle of the 2, with both of their hands resting gently on his shoulders.
He paused near one of the doorways that opened to the patio. After a few moments of debating with himself, he opened the door to the patio, and sat on the bench, -still carving the lines and circles into the doll-, that overlooked the whole kingdom below.
It was a clear night. No clouds as far as the eye can see was in sight, with the sounds of the sea dancing in your ears that you could very well drift away to sleep from its drumming, and the moon itself bathed the floral that surrounded the patio, glistening their petals in its dew drops. The fire of the lamps were enlightening the kingdom below, each of the lamplighters bringing forth the light within the darkness as the world slept underneath the stars.
After a few moments, the boy placed down his small blade on his side, finishing the inscriptions on the wooden doll. He sets the doll on the flat part of the fence before him, tapping it a few times.
The doll was soon quickly animated to life. Magic swirled within the ridges of its wood as it followed its master's guiding hands, its feet moving to and from in a rhythmic pattern. Its wood was tinted a white-blue color from the moon, looking like a ballerina with each step it took, majestically dancing in the moonlight, and with the magic swirling inside it, it seemed to be glowing dreamily like the moon.
The boy heaved a sigh and stopped moving his hand. The doll collapsed back onto the fence; the once lively doll returning to a state of unanimated sentience. The magic from its bark disappeared, leaving just a toy with no purpose in its place.
He looked at it for a bit momentarily in frustration, however that frustration wasn't aimed at the doll…
He looks down at his hands. After a few moments of silence he turned up to the sky.
Oh how beautiful they all are tonight...
The wind dances in his hair as he breathes in the distant sea air.
"I wonder..."
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Notes
FINALLY OMG!!
AFTER 2 YEARS WE FINALLY HAVE A PROLOGUE LETS GOOOOOOO!!!!
NOWWwwww.....I'm actually going to somewhat yap about what the style of this AU is going to look like and be described.
Although I will explain color when it comes to the enviroments, characters, and creatures, its not going to be how WE precive it (Like the drawing will purposly be devoid of color).
To give you an idea, the story (before Alcor arrives) will be set in a storyboard like setting. Colors would shift depending on the mood I would want to convey. All the characters are going to be the same color as the background, BUT FEAR NOT!! For when Alcor arrives the world will enter a ray of color like shown at the beginging of this prologue!!
