Clara was in Sophomore year in Greendale high school. Julian was in the same class and in the same school. Clara had a crush on Julian from her primary school. Julian was a ladies man. When both their worlds are poles apart, there was a long kept secret in the town. Clara and Julian are soulmates. They have prophecies to fulfil. Clara has to be contained till the day comes.
Chapter 1 Kingdom of vows
The leaves on the trees in the forest were gleaming and glowing under the moon light. It was a full moon day. The river flowing by the row of trees was rhythmic. When the whole world was sleeping, the palace doors were opened and closed awaiting something big, bigger than the coronation of its king Elander Novh, the third. The palace was awaiting a new arrival, the birth of the prince.
Elander Novh, the third, 70 years old, was waiting for decades to see this day, the arrival of a new prince.
Elander Novh III has fathered twenty five children hoping to get a son to fulfil the prophecy, written centuries ago; A prophecy which may come true in his life, hopefully. Elander Novh III, the king of Elvanacore, a fallen kingdom waiting to be resurrected from the curses laid a thousand years ago by the Delvanacore ancestors.
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The past:
Elander Novh III was the one hundredth forty third king of the kingdom Elvanacore, a rich kingdom with immense resources that can last for thousands of years. The flora and fauna, food, water, anything that's under the sun was available in Elvanacore. The kingdom did not have a dark day. All the citizens were happy in the kingdom until a thousand years ago.
The then King Nanchilas was a generous man. He never wanted to see his citizens suffer. Unlike his brother, Danchilas, the then prince was a cunning man. He was angry with his father in making his younger brother the king when he was still there. His ultimate motive was to kill his brother and acquire the kingdom.
Danchilas was plotting the fall of Nanchilas. Every time he wanted to kill him, something saved him, a guardian angel may say.
One fine winter night, when Queen Banove was getting ready to give birth, she heard a scream coming from the courtyard. When the guards went there they were not able to believe what they saw. With all her pain, Queen Banove came to see the horror that was in front of her.
There stood tall, blood splattered all over his robe, killing his dear brother Danchilas, was King Nanchilas with rage in his eyes. He looked different in all there eyes. Danchilas was holding on to his dear life, taking his last few breadths.
No one was able to believe the kind King Nanchilas would do something so horrid to his own blood.
In his dying breadth Danchilas said, "I curse you to a doomed time in the history of the kingdom. Your proud and possessed kingdom, will go into darkness, poverty, insanity and grudge, till a prince who will be born to a king thousand years from now, a prince who will be born on a full moon day, exiled and then earns his place back in the kingdom, who does not follow our life."
Danchilas took his last breadth saying this.
Nanchilas has fallen to the kingdoms true self, standing there tall and on his hooves, looking at his queen, a werewolf.
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