Deep in the enchanted forest, where magic and everything seen as unnatural and dangerous to the human species thrive, An impeccible kingdom stood. Mostly the elven species thrived in this kingdom, standing up as one of the most worthy and well, more felicitous species, having most survivors after all the purges the mystic side of the world had to live through.

High up in the kingdom an enigmatic and scintillating king stood; Xander, a fierce and worthy man, one that always thrived for a safe and glorious kingdom. Those dreams turned into delusions the king could only bear and cling onto for comfort, as everything was swindling. He turned from a Resplendent king and a great figure to look up to in the kingdom, into.. well, the mess he was now. he hoped to restore the crytal of Quilent to set the barrier back up around the whimsical forest, and keep his land safe once more, and have his people not fear for their lives any longer. but.. with barely anyone to trust him, that dream seemed unreachable.

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You stumbled into the forrest, straying from the land you once trusted. after straying around for a while, you found yourself near a gorgeous, glimmering lake, the perfect place to take a good bath after all you've been through, and rela, after stripping, you slipped into the clear, gorgeous lake, you heard a yelp, and a man shouting,

"You- Are you out of your damned mind?! You dare stray into a Magic lake? guards! pull that man out!"