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the history of avalon.
In a land far far away, and before history was recorded, there was once a kingdom called Avalon. It was ruled by a benevolent King who was said to have been born under a constellation called The King’s Star and it was so powerful that it granted him the powers of the seasons. Avalon prospered, from the coast and to the snow-capped mountain ranges and everything in between, the people thrived. Magic ran in their blood and even when war brew around Avalon outside its borders, the people kept at peace. Still, in an attempt to see that the peace was never disturbed, the King urged mages to come forth— mages who would become key roles in the fate of Avalon from then on.
The Mages were a sect of magicians who were selected through careful and rigorous examinations, meant to be protectors of Avalon and were brought to the Hall of Time once they had passed. And their job was the most kept secret in the entire of Avalon. No one knew what it was they did but it was known that along with the King’s powers and the Mages, Avalon was protected from the rest of the world.
But one night, on the cusp of summer and autumn, a loud sound resonated in the Hall of Time, a tower that rose over everything and overlooked the whole kingdom from the palace’s place. And the sound sent people running outside of their homes in fear, their faces tilted to the tower.
The sky was red, a line across the broad canvas as if splitting a wound wide open. Meteors flew about, huge rocks of fire hitting the ground and setting flame regardless of human or object. The wind was harsh, slashing the skin of every human and animal alike, rumbling stone walls down. It was chaos and the fear rose by the moment. Lives were lost and as screams rang into the night, the loudest one was from the Hall of Time, so piercing and shrill that it made the people’s ears bleed.
The chaos died. And there was still no explanation as to what happened that night. Just debris and a ruined Avalon to build again.
A week later, the palace announced two devastating news that would shake the entire kingdom down to its very core. The King and his family were dead and the Mages had disappeared, leaving no traces behind.
This time, the chaos was different. The fear and panic was nothing like anyone in the kingdom had experienced before. But with a dead King and ghost protectors, the people had to care for themselves. An old man came forward, his eyes pricked with tears and his face withered with age and white hair, urging whoever it was that held the powers of the Four Seasons to come out. Three Lords and a Lady did, their shoulders straight with pride but their faces chagrined at what would now transpire.
Together, they decided to raise an impenetrable wall of fog around the palace and its grounds, shutting out anyone who would be foolish enough to venture in. The Royal family would be given their proper funeral, after which, the Lords and Lady would retreat into their own kingdoms, bringing their people with them and drawing their own borders where ought be. This is how the Four Seasons came to be: the Winter Court, the Spring Court, the Summer Court and the Autumn Court would all take turns to rule, so it was decided. With every Ruler’s death, it would be time to raise the new one in the next Court and now with the death of the Winter Lord, it is time for Spring to come forward and proclaim the new Ruler.
In order to pass on the crown, the Winter Court has decided to throw a ball just in time for the Solstice too. But it’s only those who have observed very closely will realise that there are other reasons for this ball; the most important one is to show the people of Avalon that all is well.
You see, danger has always lurked outside of Avalon’s borders but just recently, that very danger has been seen around the kingdom, perhaps ten folds now. There have been sightings of the dead Time Mages around and while all four courts are sure that something is stirring within the shadows of Avalon, nothing can be said until they’ve seen it for themselves.
The Mages were a sect of magicians who were selected through careful and rigorous examinations, meant to be protectors of Avalon and were brought to the Hall of Time once they had passed. And their job was the most kept secret in the entire of Avalon. No one knew what it was they did but it was known that along with the King’s powers and the Mages, Avalon was protected from the rest of the world.
But one night, on the cusp of summer and autumn, a loud sound resonated in the Hall of Time, a tower that rose over everything and overlooked the whole kingdom from the palace’s place. And the sound sent people running outside of their homes in fear, their faces tilted to the tower.
The sky was red, a line across the broad canvas as if splitting a wound wide open. Meteors flew about, huge rocks of fire hitting the ground and setting flame regardless of human or object. The wind was harsh, slashing the skin of every human and animal alike, rumbling stone walls down. It was chaos and the fear rose by the moment. Lives were lost and as screams rang into the night, the loudest one was from the Hall of Time, so piercing and shrill that it made the people’s ears bleed.
The chaos died. And there was still no explanation as to what happened that night. Just debris and a ruined Avalon to build again.
A week later, the palace announced two devastating news that would shake the entire kingdom down to its very core. The King and his family were dead and the Mages had disappeared, leaving no traces behind.
This time, the chaos was different. The fear and panic was nothing like anyone in the kingdom had experienced before. But with a dead King and ghost protectors, the people had to care for themselves. An old man came forward, his eyes pricked with tears and his face withered with age and white hair, urging whoever it was that held the powers of the Four Seasons to come out. Three Lords and a Lady did, their shoulders straight with pride but their faces chagrined at what would now transpire.
Together, they decided to raise an impenetrable wall of fog around the palace and its grounds, shutting out anyone who would be foolish enough to venture in. The Royal family would be given their proper funeral, after which, the Lords and Lady would retreat into their own kingdoms, bringing their people with them and drawing their own borders where ought be. This is how the Four Seasons came to be: the Winter Court, the Spring Court, the Summer Court and the Autumn Court would all take turns to rule, so it was decided. With every Ruler’s death, it would be time to raise the new one in the next Court and now with the death of the Winter Lord, it is time for Spring to come forward and proclaim the new Ruler.
In order to pass on the crown, the Winter Court has decided to throw a ball just in time for the Solstice too. But it’s only those who have observed very closely will realise that there are other reasons for this ball; the most important one is to show the people of Avalon that all is well.
You see, danger has always lurked outside of Avalon’s borders but just recently, that very danger has been seen around the kingdom, perhaps ten folds now. There have been sightings of the dead Time Mages around and while all four courts are sure that something is stirring within the shadows of Avalon, nothing can be said until they’ve seen it for themselves.
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