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Aug. 10th, 2010 12:36 amOnce upon a time, there was a land called Lavelle.
This land had all sorts of fantastical creatures inhabiting it, the most majestic and feared of all being the grand and wise dragons, masters of magic and language. The people of Lavelle respected these great beings in their infinite knowledge, despite the fact that few had ever even laid eyes on them.
The royals of this land were said to have been descendants of these dragons themselves, the result of the union of dragon and human, with "blue blood", as it was called, running through their veins. Royals could easily be told apart from the crowd by their luminescent blue eyes, cold and dead. And for a long time things were okay in Lavelle.
But soon the royals became twisted. Some say it was the power getting to their heads. Others claimed it was their mix of bloods driving them to insanity. Whatever the reason was, the royalty became tyrants, spreading misery and pain across Lavelle in their cruel reigns. The commonfolk were downtrodden and abused, the royalty that was supposed to help them only hurting them instead. And so resistances grew across Lavelle, striking out at the royalty they had come to utterly despise for their abuse of power.
One day there was a boy born to royalty, a young boy named Ashton. He grew up in the Malshire province on the eastern edges on Lavelle, and was groomed and pampered for his eventual takeover of his family's throne.
Except something didn't take with Ashton. Instead of growing up twisted, thinking nothing of abusing the public, Ashton saw their suffering at the hands of his family and was horrified. His horror only grew with his age until finally he couldn't stand it anymore - he fled from Malshire, forever casting aside his royal title and traveling on the road. He managed to sustain himself and tried to hide his royal heritage when he could, but sometimes one's best efforts are seen through, and he still encountered trouble with people in the resistance. Despite his timid nature he learned to fight, bought himself a slim blade to carry in one boot to defend himself from these attacks, wanting nothing more to do with the past he'd left behind.
But when the past is in your blood, there's no way to do that. His eyes showed that much, along with the scales spreading over his body and his increasingly odd behavior...
( TL;DR )
This land had all sorts of fantastical creatures inhabiting it, the most majestic and feared of all being the grand and wise dragons, masters of magic and language. The people of Lavelle respected these great beings in their infinite knowledge, despite the fact that few had ever even laid eyes on them.
The royals of this land were said to have been descendants of these dragons themselves, the result of the union of dragon and human, with "blue blood", as it was called, running through their veins. Royals could easily be told apart from the crowd by their luminescent blue eyes, cold and dead. And for a long time things were okay in Lavelle.
But soon the royals became twisted. Some say it was the power getting to their heads. Others claimed it was their mix of bloods driving them to insanity. Whatever the reason was, the royalty became tyrants, spreading misery and pain across Lavelle in their cruel reigns. The commonfolk were downtrodden and abused, the royalty that was supposed to help them only hurting them instead. And so resistances grew across Lavelle, striking out at the royalty they had come to utterly despise for their abuse of power.
One day there was a boy born to royalty, a young boy named Ashton. He grew up in the Malshire province on the eastern edges on Lavelle, and was groomed and pampered for his eventual takeover of his family's throne.
Except something didn't take with Ashton. Instead of growing up twisted, thinking nothing of abusing the public, Ashton saw their suffering at the hands of his family and was horrified. His horror only grew with his age until finally he couldn't stand it anymore - he fled from Malshire, forever casting aside his royal title and traveling on the road. He managed to sustain himself and tried to hide his royal heritage when he could, but sometimes one's best efforts are seen through, and he still encountered trouble with people in the resistance. Despite his timid nature he learned to fight, bought himself a slim blade to carry in one boot to defend himself from these attacks, wanting nothing more to do with the past he'd left behind.
But when the past is in your blood, there's no way to do that. His eyes showed that much, along with the scales spreading over his body and his increasingly odd behavior...
( TL;DR )