The Story: Fragments, Facts, FictionBefore History Was Written
When the earth was young, the Female Judge allowed magic (Mystic Art) to be attainable on the earth for whomever cared to learn it. Humans and vampires took advantage of each other for it’s power, pillaging, raping, and killing freely. Regretting that anyone could learn Mystic Art, the Female Judge took it away from all but a select few who had shown kindness, love, and compassion during the dark time of The Massacre.
Those who were allowed to retain their Mystic Art abilities passed it down to their children through their bloodline. The Female Judge looked down upon this change in the world and was satisfied.
At no time in the existence of the world did she show herself, and even after she refined Mystic Art to its current, limited manner, did any human or vampire know of her as more than a myth. So how and why Mystic Art existed remained a mystery in which humanity scorned at at times, but praised during other times.
Humans and vampires were left to cultivate their lives with, or without, Mystic Art, and all this while, the Female Judge watched, waited, and considered the direction she would take the world.
Several thousand years ago, during the Classic Time, there were two kingdoms that evenly, vertically divided the hemisphere. One side consisted purely of humans in the grand kingdom of Vitalonia, ruled by a king desperately interested in technological advancement. On the other side was Vlamira, the vampire kingdom. The vampires distrusted and disdained humans, seemingly without cause, so much so that whatever the humans decided to do, the vampires did the opposite. Thus, the vampires chose to learn of the Earth, of Mystic Art, the planet’s heritage, and of cosmic forces.
The two kingdoms lived in knowledge of each other for centuries, always uneasy and distrustful of the other.
History cannot state exactly when, but a rift tore between the two kingdoms when a human princess was physical abused by her lover and ran away in shame and despair. She found herself on the border of Vlamira. She was taken hostage but found favor in the vampire king’s eyes. No one knows how or why this was so. He married her against the will of his people.
Vitalonia was froth with rage to learn that a human had married a vampire, just as the vampires were in horror that their king had stooped so low as to marry a human animal. The two kingdoms rose up and fought savagely to destroy the other.
But the humans, with more advanced technology than the vampires, overwhelmed them, scattered their citizens, pillaged utterly their kingdom, and thrust through most of them with the sword. The vampire king and his bride were not spared.
Vitalonia celebrated the bloodshed and violence by spreading themselves across Vlamira, claiming it as their own. All that Vlamira had been sunk into the earth, it’s history burned. Vampires hid in the crevasses of darkness to plot revenge on the humans. They vowed that someday they would resurrect their kingdom and honor and destroy the humans more brutally than how they had been destroyed.
The Female Judge studied this outcome in despair. To punish the world, she took the emotion of love from them. They, who killed so easily, did not deserve to feel the richness and fulfillment of love. She kept love in a ruby rose hung around her neck on a chain of stars and vowed that only when a deserving, pure soul was born, that love would return to the world.
Even without love, Vitalonia prospered, but the humans, with no enemy to war against, split into fragments and those fragments spread into separate kingdoms, each with their own goal and culture. Vitalonia remained the star of commerce, the Cloud City it was termed, as it sat high up atop a mountain cloaked with snow that the sun made look vanilla-gold.
Some centuries after the fall of Vlamira, there lived a prince of Vitalonia, Prince Vartan, who was betrothed to the Princess of Anderdaine, Princess Leyla, for political and economical gain, as was the common reason for nuptials. During a celebration at the palace in Vitalonia, in honor of their betrothal, Prince Vartan accidentally met one of the groundskeepers, a young, common woman who tended to the flowers. Her name was Siran. They found favor with each other. After some time, they became intimate. In a silent moment of privacy, with the stars shining above, they clasped hands and knew they wanted to be together always.
Their feeling of strong attraction created love. Before humans had rediscovered love, red roses had not existed, for the Female Judge had taken that color from them off the earth. As the two sat together in the garden, a red rose sprouted up beside Siran and from it’s petals rose the glistening ruby rose that the Female Judge had kept safe. Siran gave it to Vartan, proclaiming him as the ambassador of red roses, the Ruby Rose Prince of Love.
Princess Leyla saw this exchange, and burning with another new emotion, Jealousy, became powerful with thorns and vines against them, choking them, only to have her rage turned against her when Siran used the power of the Ruby Rose to save her love. She pierced the rose into Prince Vartan’s chest, which opened a portal of time called the Devastation Dimension. Siran ripped the rose from the dead prince’s chest and threw it into the Devastation Dimension. Princess Leyla sprung after it, and the portal closed behind her. Siran lay down next to her lover and there she died, but the ruby rose had been catapulted through time. Where it would come out, and when, could never be predicted.
However, saving society was impossible. Princess Leyla’s rage had soiled all the kingdoms, scattering survivors to cry for shelter, ending the Classic Time at the peak of it’s prosperity. The only good thing to come from this destruction was that love had returned to the earth.
With love brought hope, and humanity rose from the rubble of their lost legacy and began again. This time was excruciatingly difficult for humans who were Mystic Artists. With the loss of knowledge, and the harshness of surviving, there rose a fear of evil that bred superstition against scientifically unexplainable phenomena.
Mystic Artists were the target of the people’s superstition and fear. They became the scapegoat, the enemy humans needed to fight against, to inspire them to build new kingdoms, if only to protect themselves from what they termed Unorthodox Evil, Devil’s Magic, and the Curse of Sinners.
From wooden villages rose stone castles, protected by rows of soldiers sporting long swords, bows and arrows, and shields of wood and metal. Six hundred years A.T.F. (After The Fall) of The Classic Kingdoms, there rose up protestors in the country of Anderdaine thirsty for freedom and liberty squashed by the King. These citizens defected to the ruins of the country of Arland, where poverty and confusion had persisted for centuries. The noble defectors educated the Arlandan natives, gave them hope, and the citizens in turn promoted the Anderdaine defectors to be their sovereigns.
By 1,000 A.T.F., Arland was a thriving, glorious kingdom, to Anderdaine’s jealousy and hate. The royal family was wise and greatly loved. One Summer morning, the eldest son, Prince Crave, when riding in a wheat field, came upon an abused child whom he took under his wing and raised as his own brother. This created insecurity among his brothers.
Only when Anderdaine invaded Arland, with a decree to pillage the kingdom, did Prince Crave fight, and win, against the oppressive mother nation. The victory renewed hope and trust, but laid bare the deaths from the war. His youngest brother, Prince Leigh, had defected to Anderdaine, and when caught, pierced his heart with the sword when he was captive in a cell in his brother’s castle.
The boy whom Prince Crave had found years ago, Prince Brandon, put aside his harsh childhood grudges and became the country’s strongest advocate for technological advancement and citizen class equality. To this day, history books still praise him as an innovative thinker whose goal in life was to give back the kindness that had been bestowed on him. Though only whispered as gossip, it’s still speculated that Prince Brandon was a Mystic Artist.
Thus the human countries continued to prosper and the vampires continued to hide, securing their roots within the fables of vampirism which modern society to this day still finds so alluring.
Roughly around 1400 A.T.F., humans had turned to science and technology with rekindled interest, as they had so long ago in Vitalonia, to illuminate reality to such an extent that they no longer believed in Mystic Art and the intangible, supernatural elements around them. This was a blessing to Mystic Artists, who found it finally possible to walk among others without fear of discovery. When Mystic Art was performed, humans gawked at the “trickery” and mocked it’s impact as false.
Stage Magician, Fortune Teller — such occupations arose to mask the Mystic Artist’s true talent from the public. However, there were a few wealthy humans who saw through the tricks of stage magic and provided patronage to Mystic Artists mostly in order to gain the benefits of the Artists for themselves. This was a protection for the Artists against those who were still superstitious and sought to spill their blood.
What had been known and appreciated of Mystic Art in the Classic Time had been lost during The Fall, and so Mystic Artists, for over a thousand years, had been piecing together what they could of their origins. But how, why, and when Mystic Art started persisted as a mystery to them.
The progression of technology and science found the Beauchamp family, of old Mystic Artist lineage, in France in 1600 A.T.F. They had hidden their talents for generations. Not afraid of being burned at the stake anymore, they opened their talents in practice. The first-born son, François Beauchamp, rode to Paris and joined His Majesty’s Musketeers.
History states François’s Mystic Artist abilities are nothing buy a myth, as modern society continues to harshly mock the notion of magic or supernatural events in any form.
Nevertheless, François was a Mystic Artist of mastery over the water element. He could manipulate said element into ice, control it, bend it to his will, or so modern fables state. The fable narrative of François progresses that his family was murdered by his jealous brother Jacques. François pursued his brother to the Americas, where their Mystic Art clashed. They killed each other. There is no proof of this account being true, or any factual, accountable version of François’s death, or of any human settlement in the Western Americas at the time. The contrary story, favored as a possibility by history, is that François was an average, albeit popular musketeer, who defected after murdering his own wife and child, was found soon after, and killed for his crime. It may be that such a possibility was so embarrassing for France, that the King had the accounts of it burned.
Contemporary Mystic Artist scholars speculate that François knew more of Mystic Art than he revealed, that what he did during his life is still felt in today’s world. To those who believe in Mystic Art, it is widely agreed that he was The White Prince (also called the Prince of Mystic Art), the most powerful Mystic Artist that had ever existed since before history was written until now.
Even to this day, Mystic Art scholars, and those who claim to be Mystic Artists, wait and watch, hope and yearn, for The White Prince. They believe that all events have lead up to The White Prince, and that all the citizens of Earth await for this illustrious person’s return. He, supposedly, will change the direction of the world and bring equality to all people.
A small sect of Mystic Artists and scholars also hold a common belief that if humanity doesn’t overcome prejudices and protect Mystic Art appropriately, that the Female Judge, who is the ultimate giver and taker of the Mystic Art, may return and once again punish humanity for their foolishness.