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Once upon a time there was a far away land known as Magnifica. It was a wonderful place, with deep forests full of mysteries, meadows so wide and colourful that there was oh so much plant life yet to be discovered and wild seas harbouring mythical creatures, if one chose to believe the folklore tales. Animals of every shape and size habited the continent, attracting visitors from far and wide to see the glorious beasts. The humans themselves were a humble crowd, at least the common folk, that respected the land and its occupants whether plant or animal.
The land was divided into three kingdoms, all fair and grand.
Up in the North where the winters were harsh but the sea rewarding sat a black-haired man upon the throne. His kingdom was where the determined resided, or at least so the legend goes. He was a strong leader, calculating and bold with a silver tongue that could get even a man to swoon. His name was Dark and he proclaimed proudly the name of his land: Black Crown will win the upper hand!
Over in the Southwest ruled the moors and darkest trees that scared off any lost wanderlings. The King, however, shared no such trait: Even though his hair was the fair green colour of his land he would never dare to shoo away a future friend. The King welcomed everyone with an open heart and open halls, except for few he would not name. Ecstatic and sporadic as he was, he could not sit still, he would tell everyone the name of his wonderland: He was Anti of Green Moors. Granted, you could already tell, creativity was not his best suit, neither was wit, but who are we to referee?
The third kingdom in the East was just as big, with beautiful fields and feasts meant to berich. This one, however, was different for a simple fact: It was not a Lord that sat on the throne, but a Lady. The Queen had her head held high and her eyes were slanted mean, but everyone knew she had a heart filled with kind deeds. She ruled her land alone, content without a king, and refused to see anyone who dare disagree. Her kingdom was the one everyone loved to hear, she was the maiden fair of Silver Spear. Who she was, you ask? Well, my dear, shouldn’t you be able to tell when the words written are about yourself? She was Queen (y/f/n) (y/l/n) and she would have none of my poetic bullshittery.