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From decades to centuries, the familiar poem is recited every Winter’s Flight. A day that went down in history. A day that marked the beginning of the reign of frost.
The Reign of the Ice Prince.
Everyone knows this story, the story of how it all started. The story of how the prince from centuries ago is cursed. Cursed to live in his castle for endless time, till the world ended. To live alone, to live until one could change him.
A destined soul that would melt his frozen heart of stone.
And so the poem is recited every year, people waiting for their Ice Prince to return, waiting for him to find the one. The one who could solve the cursed kingdom.
A Frozen heart of stone.
Cold and alone.
He stood alone waiting for the destined.
Cursed for all of eternity. . .
The Enchantress has been here since day 1—since the beginning of this universe, maybe even before. The legends have been passed down from generation to generation.
The Enchantress that had the power to destroy, but also the Enchantress that had the power to create.
And so she did, creating a world where everyone is pronounced gifted—gifted with a power or an element—any of the four that made up the wonderful land.
She was the first royal— the first Empress to ever reign in power. And she created an heir, the start of the Royal Family of Boreal. Married to no king and only with the use of her power, the royal family continued.
And Forgers were made, people who mastered the elements and showed others the beauty of power. The people who fought for their beloved kingdom.
The Forgers.
And so the generations of heirs had kept going. . .
Kept going until a disturbance was found, The Ice Prince.
We all know the story of the Cursed Prince, don’t we?
We don’t?
Well, my dear, you’re about to find out.
It all began when the Ice Prince was cursed.
Before he melted.
When he had a frozen heart of stone.