You were born in the desert crossroad metropolis known as Kish, in the Realm of Gaia, to the King and Queen of that great oasis. The world in which you grew as a young prince, is one not unlike our own, but having certain traits and otherworldly features, strange flora and fauna, and varying races of humanoids besides the Lilliputian tribe to which you were born. Others having features and abilities arguably less "human" than your relatively mundane self.
While your Father and Mother rule their great city of diplomacy, other royal families rule lands across the realm and its many terrains and in many different ways, all of them living in fear of a greater species known as Elementals, God-Like entities capable of reducing their kingdoms to dust and ash with their size and power. Maintaining balance between mankind and the elemental titans is just one of the many challenges the ruler of a city of the Realm faces.
The myriad complications of legality, commercialism and defense of the city are yet others, as you know from your lectures and teachings, educated in the ways of the world and politics within the Royal House of Kish. Yet you live a wistfully protected life in the castle grounds, and walled city you call your home, under the guidance of your caring parents and mentors, and the many caretakers and citizens of the city you are being taught to care for, as your family has for generations.
Over the years raised within the cloistered halls of the metropolis, certain individuals begin to spark your interest, as does talk of a pre-supposed courting ritual that is meant to happen between yourself and a female, chosen by your parents or yourself, in order to be your queen. As you near your 18th birthday, it only being a week away, you begin to ponder about who you may be interested in, not your parents or the kingdom but who have you seen that caught your eye..
Sarina, a short-emerald-haired, crimson eye'd and pale skinned, thin, tall priestess of the temple. Technically she teaches you in the sacred arts of the Elemental Goddesses, but you spend most of your time "beholding" her well formed body, through the revealing clothes worn in the Temple Bath-Houses. Although she is at least 10 years older than you, you've sworn on multiple occasions that she was flirting or at least teasing you, behind her scholarly act, and she has always been kind and caring, never scolded or punished you, but rather laughed at your occasional actions of neglect or immaturity as a child. You have however seen her get quite angry at some of the Temple staff and various men who she had found to be offending the ways of the gods or the elements, or the temple grounds in general, and that was pretty scary..at least it wasn't directed at you though.
Zeal, a young and slightly obnoxious maid who lives and works in the Palace where you have grown. Being only two years older than you, the young prince, she spends much of her time, as do many of the other staff doting on your needs and seeking to earn praise or accolades from the youngest member of the royal house. However the long curly silver haired, gold eye'd, Zeal has a particular way of going about it, often landing herself atop, grabbing, pushing and grasping your very important self in variously inappropriate ways that, although often painful you have.. never been able to have her punished for.. thanks to a certain soft spot you have for such treatment. While she's not as graceful or well built as some of the other ladies around the palace grounds, she always seems to have your best interests in mind even if it does get annoying at times.. especially when you're trying to sleep.. eat or generally do anything that she constantly tries to intercede in.
Tier, your Father's Court-Wizard, the acting magical representative of your house and its various sacred items and artifacts.Often referred to as the "Violet Rose" of Kish, she tends to dress in rather revealing robes that accentuate her bronze, rune covered flesh, and bright light purple hair. You're not sure how old she is and you've never really heard anyone confirm her age..magic users can be weird about such things. Although she acts as one of your mentors in the magickal arts, due to your own inability to perform in the magic has left her vaguely uninterested as far as you can tell in your very presence, always seeming to stare right through or past you with her pale colored eyes glazed over with some other thoughts as she rants to you the mechanics of the elemental functions of creatures or crystals.
However this hasn't stopped you from noticing her as she crosses and uncrosses her legs, and stands with her toned body above your smaller form inciting a strange feeling within you, you're not altogether familiar with but never failing to attract your attention..
Alicia, a crimson haired palace guard, one of the many that patrol the grounds, who happened to catch your eye one day. Her short red hair, bobbing in small braids on her cheeks, moving with such power in her training in the palace gardens, the sun glistening off her muscular stomach, legs and arms, and something about the way she carries herself so well even in her armor has kept your attention as she grew alongside you for the last few years since enlisting here.
Although a mere guard like herself has little to do or say to the Prince that doesn't have to do with his safety, you have never really spoken to her much, rather requesting her as a guard when possible and watching her train and spar from afar. Every once in awhile you swear you've seen her returning your glances though, as you nervously look away back to your texts or other distractions. Since you've never really talked to her you're not sure of her exact measurements or age, though she looks about your age...
And so many other faces.. girls.. giggling girls on the street.. the people of the town.. and the women of the gardens, the strangely colorful traveling merchants..the Goddesses, can a King marry a Elemental?.. Your head begins to spin as you try to focus on your nightly studies, slowly mouthing the words on the pages given to you as an assignment for the night as you fall asleep at your desk dreaming of the many women that you could choose as your queen, and the horrible responsibilities you may have to face one day as a King.
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You awake to a startling sound, a crashing of stone and wood, some sort of explosion or landslide of which you are not sure as it resounds around you, stirring you suddenly from your fevered dreams as you feel your body flung across the surface on which you lie. As you begin to steady yourself from the blast you try and regain control of your senses your mind reeling as it seeks to understand the world around itself under the shock of being woken by such a sudden and jarring sound. As you try to stand you find yourself standing on a surface of what seems like wood, your clothes missing, and the area around yourself being surrounded by what seems like a wall of some sort of dark cloth.. the sky above looking an awful lot like your bedroom ceiling..
You begin to look around yourself, covering yourself and realizing your predicament, you must have accidentally triggered a size altering spell as you drifted off to sleep.. this surface must be the chair.. the wall your clothes, you've heard of such things happening to novice mages before but, how could you have been so stupid!?
You look upwards at the rim of the table far above you, the text you were reading resting atop it, and around the rest of your room, cluttered with bookshelves and their contents across your floor and rather large bed. Your chest of equipment and artifacts rests undisturbed, and your closet seems closed, your room seems undamaged by the unexplained blast. However it will be difficult for you to reach the Scroll on the Table high about without some sort of help or some serious effort on your part.
As you begin to sigh at the predicament you've found yourself in, the surface beneath you shakes again as a rumbling sound emits throughout it, projected from a slamming noise on your chamber door. You desperately look around as..
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