In a land surrounded by a fog of no color, where tall towers coexsist against the crags of mountains, and streams flow endlessly through the churning mills and the natural beauty of the architectural design of a kingdom long forgotten to time itself.
This was a kingdom of no name, for it had been as forgotten as the people and it's myth. Bordering the mountains and thick throngs of trees, this empire once stood, mighty and powerful, a forced to be reckoned with. They had once been blessed by the Guaridan of the Forest, but as it stands, only ruins remain...
Though, in a vastly different world, exsisting on a vastly different plain.. the angered Goddess had sent her protectors to wallow in their own miseries as punishment for their crimes. Dabbling into such powers.... it lead to their own damnation, no matter the reason. It was forbidden, and the prince himself took the bait....
Now, living in a world of Purgatory and withering wait, Prince Draven, not feeling it appropriate to name himself King- a king of what? A nation that had been cursed away, locked up from the world and being snuffed of all its memories, life and color? No, a prince he remained, but a head strong one; proud and still a wonderful leader for his people that began to turn into just nameless beings before him.
Time never affected the people here, but memories faded over the centuries so that the people of the city became nothing but mindless, wondering shells. Somehow, the royal blood line persevered, but in recent times Draven had come to realize they were hardly saved, and that it was becoming increasingly more evident that this plague would soon effect them.
It was why he had to save his family, to fidn the cure for his people; no matter the cost. It would be his destiny to return his Nameless Nation back to is' former glory...
No matter the costs.
Drawing away from the massive, stone balcony he had been perched upon, he turned around to admire his castle. It was his, all his, but it was nothing without a name, without the memories that cradled inside...
He could recall much of who he was and what they were...
but it was the names that began escaping first.
Everyone seemed to forget the name first...
and then other things began to go...
Now the whole valley was lame with color, and the skies had long turned to a dreary grey.
Yes, it was time to let his brother and sister know his plan... but his sister, he feared for her most of all. She seemed to be more affected than the others, and his worry grew. His brother, on the other hand... he worried, at times, that he was not affected, for he was the same Laighean he had ever known and smirked when he caught sight of him and gave way to a wave.
"Laighean!" his voice echoed over the massive balcony and carried into the vale as he stepped at the open ledge, his smile widening at his brother. "Why don't you come up here for a minute?"