Impure

Prologue: Prophecy

Once in a land
Far far away
Stood a large kingdom
On the brink of decay
The king was a tyrant
Who was blinded by wealth
He slept in his chamber
The town in poor health
There was theft and deceit
And crime was abound
For there were only three factions
Of this poor little town
They hated each other
They fought and they bled
Then news had become
That the old  king was dead
They took separate routes
Divided the three
For the world was now thriving
The people now free
But ho the Shedan
Had loved the old  king
To his name they would dance
They would drink and they’d sing
They thought of a plan
That angered the gods
They’d get their revenge
Against all the odds
They snuck in the night
To A small Morphis town
They hid in the leaves
That lay on the ground
They waged war on the Morphis
Not a single soul spared
All except one
A boy with black hair
They killed the boys father
In front of his eyes
over his body he wept
With angered cries.
He went to the Kendred
Who took the boy in
They prayed to the gods
To punish the sin
The Shedan grew ears
Like that of a fox
A Curse ever so old
Left under key and locks
Their land dried up
And their crops died
They became animals themselves
Exposed from inside
One thousand years later
Events will take place
Eerily similar
To those of this day
And a war will be waged
And blood will be shed
And death will come
And paint the sky red
There will be fights
Between brothers and men
But the land will be cured
And the war will end
A secret uncovered
A dark truth indeed
What results in the end
Of a single mans greed
But a day shall come
That four heroes will stand
they’ll end the curse
And unite the land
A fatherless youth
A boy with no mother
The girl who has nothing
And the lost sisters brother
Ever so lost
The four will unite
And set on a journey
To make things right
For they suffer the curse
And will find a cure
And correct the sins
Of a world that’s impure

-Prophecy of the Factions