The night before the demons' invasion, far away on the cursed lands of Daxania, a silence heavier than death hung in the air. Ashen skies bled crimson light, and rivers of black fire coursed through the cracks of the barren earth. The planet itself seemed to breathe—groaning with ancient malice.
On the edge of a shattered cliff, two dark figures stood before a massive stone grave sealed by runes glowing faintly in blue.
Suvriel, her crimson eyes gleaming, traced her clawed hand across the runes. Her beauty was chilling, her long hair like strands of midnight fire. "It's been centuries… but at last, the stars align. The Queen must rise again." Her voice was soft, almost melodic, yet carrying venom in every note.
Beside her, Lutharion towered like a fortress of muscle and shadow. His obsidian armor pulsed faintly with demonic energy. "The seal is weak," he rumbled, raising his massive greatsword and stabbing it into the earth. "She's calling us, Suvriel. I can hear her whisper from beyond."
The ground shook. The runes cracked. A foul wind whipped across the wasteland, carrying the scent of blood and ash.
Suvriel smiled wickedly, pressing her palm to the grave. "Then let us answer her call."
Chanting in the forgotten tongue of demons, Suvriel and Lutharion began the ritual. Dark energy spiraled upward, blotting out the red moon. The grave split open, releasing a roar that shook all of Daxania.
And from within the tomb… a figure emerged.
Chains shattered as a woman stepped forward, her presence suffocating. Her hair, black as the void, cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes burned like twin stars of crimson hatred. Wings of tattered shadow unfurled behind her, each beat sending waves of dread across the land.
Xylara Kuro-no-Tenshi. The Queen of Demons had awakened.
Suvriel fell to one knee, head bowed. "My Queen… the era of fairies ends tonight."
Lutharion knelt beside her, his gravelly voice trembling with reverence. "Command us, and we shall burn the stars themselves in your name."
Xylara's lips curved into a cruel smile. "Then let us begin… with Mestories."
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The scene shifted back to the fairy planet. The war raged across Mestories' skies, demons crashing down like falling stars. The Fairy King led his soldiers with ferocity, but the tide was overwhelming.
In the heart of the palace, Fiona stood trembling as her father, the King, guided her deep into a sacred cavern glowing with ancient light. Crystal walls reflected their faces, and at the center lay two sealed orbs, larger and brighter than any others she had ever seen.
Her mother, the Queen, whispered softly, "These are not ordinary orbs, Fiona. They belonged to the ancient heroes who once saved Mestories from ruin. Their essence, their power, has been preserved for this very day."
The King placed a trembling hand on his daughter's shoulder. His once-steady voice now carried both urgency and sorrow. "You must take these orbs, Fiona. The prophecy speaks of two heroes, reborn beyond our world. These orbs will recognize their rightful owners."
Fiona's eyes widened, tears welling as she shook her head. "Father, you can't mean… you want me to leave? I can't abandon you—abandon our people!"
The King's stern gaze softened. "This is not abandonment, my child. This is hope. Mestories may fall… but with these orbs, the prophecy will live on. And so will our chance at salvation."
The cavern trembled. Outside, the roars of demons grew louder, closer. Fiona clutched the glowing orbs to her chest, her heart aching.
Suddenly, a demonic voice echoed from the skies, booming across the battlefield.
"Foolish fairies! The Queen of Shadows walks once more. Your end is written."
The fairies froze. The name they feared most—Xylara—was spoken again after centuries.
The King's expression darkened, his jaw tight with grim resolve. "Go, Fiona. When the moment comes, you must flee to Earthland. Find the chosen ones. Protect those orbs with your life."
And as the ground quaked beneath them, Fiona felt her world collapsing. Yet somewhere, deep in her chest, a spark of courage flickered.
The prophecy had begun.
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To be continued...