Once there said that the
Nature of Opylus was created from a drop of The Great Lion blood.
The Great Lion
sacrificed his life, due to his deep remorse of killing his own son.
His bone became the
basis of the Land. His blood shaped the whole Island of Opylus, crushing the
rocks of the land and carving streams and rivers across it.
Years and thousands of
years passed by and suddenly, out of nowhere, the Land of Lion Remnants were
occupied by these clans, the People of The Fair Skin.
Thus came the People of
The Pale Skin, the Beckruth clan.
The Beckruth clans have
now reached their second generation, ruled by King Beckruth Erzogamherst
Steuschenberger.
His wife, of one of The
Fair Skin clan, the fairest one, bore their son, Brilliant Bedliszt.
A feast was held in
seven nights in a row.
But one Guest was
forgotten in the whole invitation.
The Naturalist was not
invited and this outraged him.
So after a lightning he
emerged in the night of the seventh day.
A curse was laid to the
little born Prince.
The blood of the savage
Lion who once killed his own son would also run in the Prince's vein.
He would not be able to
control his emotion nor reflect clearly.
No matter how the Queen
plead, the Naturalist would not retrieve back his curse.
Coldbloodedly, the
Naturalist left the suddenly heartbroken Royal Family.
The party that supposed
to celebrate a merry was ruined. The merry changed into misery.
Underneath the twinkling
starry night sky, the newborn child, Brilliant Bedliszt his name was,
innocently waiting for where his fate shall take him.
He might now be shielded
on his mother's lap.
There soon come time
where he has to endure it all himself.
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