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Through the worlds that all was made. Sparkling hope was given. Immortals and mortals lived together in peace but with no harmony. They simply existed not together but divided. The world was at peace when its birth had let all creatures spring up from the ambrosia of the world. Nymphs of sea, sky and earth were born. Earth herself was in her hibernation of eons. Leaving the creatures to fill her body. War and Peace was in balance.
While humans ran amok, building their own world, shutting out the fae who wanted to give the gifts of the world and extend their limbs in comfort to the beings of flesh and soul. No human did not revolt and turn their noses in disgust for the “unnatural” fae they had tossed out of their society.
Fae, in their anger and rage, had cast curses onto the humans. Leaving them with awful woes to plague their lives. Sickness and illness infected, deformity. The king himself had caused this mess. Yet he was not yet to be punished. The chains of retribution still link to their accusers. An enchantress diseased with hate and spite clasped her hands together to curse the King’s youngest son. Her hex let a chain reaction infect all the human’s mortality. A single gaze from the prince was enough to wither your insides away.
To save the humans from his sickening illness, a veil was cast over the son’s face. It had already taken the queen, stealing her essence right under her son. She was left nothing but a withered body at the end of seven moons. Stuck all the way in that tower was left, the boy. Our prince, Mono the Jinxed.
No love had blessed Mono’s heart. The ache of passion felt heavy on his heart. No one wanted to look at him, in fear they would be the next to die. Mono was soft and shy from the isolation. His life was cold and seemingly lifeless. No sunshine would or could fill the pain cursing his heart. They could not have the human right to stare into his eyes. See his soul or the compassion he had deep within.
His life was bleak, only to have the sun to watch rise and set. He pretended the stars were his friends. He played with the dolls and toys scattered in his tower. He hoped and reached into the starlight for someone, anyone or anything.
Mono could not take the suffering any longer. He stood near his window sill. Settling onto one knee, he moved his veil and clasped his hands together with a burning sensation of hope stitched into his heart. He pleaded with tears in his eyes that gently stroked down his freckled cheeks. With all of Mono’s heart, he cried to the stars..
“I beg to any angel, who hears my cries! I beg for a friend. I will do anything for someone to love! Please! I beg of thee! I would trade my soul for someone to love and have friendship with!”
His cries were carried by the wind, the words being slowly and gently whispered to the streams and rivers. The streams and rivers whispered to the ground. And the ground whispered to the roots of old oak trees. The old oak trees whispered akin to a long echo that stretched all into the wood of the forest that chased the long horizon the sky made.
His words had reached the pointed ears of a child of the fae. She had listened to his cry for a friend. She felt the same loneliness that plagued his life. She felt her heart, it ached for love in friendship as well as he did. Her name was Six, and she was determined to find her friend, who also had desperately desired the same kinship as she did.
Six followed the slow path of echoes through the forest. Following the star’s aid to his tower. Their story was just about to begin as the long tapestry of destiny stitched their names together.