The Kingdom of Udemia. Land of the humans. Yet, supernatural beings lurk in the shadows. With those in power pulling their strings. Which of course do not include that one special kind.
The Witches.
Gaze as bold and seductive as ever.
Bodies one could only ever lust ever.
Long luscious hair.
And that one particular scent to drive any living being crazy.
Yet, powerful and as dangerous as to bring a nation down.
Their spells and chants could get all the supernatural beings under their control.
And that posed a thread to the rulers who had the entire kingdom under their control.
The rulers had to make a decision, before the witches took over the land and so they used the one thing they could to exterminate the race completely. Despite their many benefits to the kingdom. And in the process, the influence of all other supernatural beings was suppressed and soon their appearance in common areas with the humans became rarer as time went by. And soon, they were forbidden from showing face. Cast into the shadows.
While the witches where exterminated.
And whoever was found in hiding of them, suffered the same consequences.
Dead.
Soon the existence of witches became as true as a myth. A bedtime story told by grandparents who had only heard from their own grandparents and so the reign of humans was never going to be put at risk.
However, the rulers lived in fear, that one day, the great race of the witches will return and take possession of the land and exterminate all the rulers for their revenge.
And so they made a decision.
The Kingdom needed a strong ruler in every passing generation. A fierce and emotionless ruler. Someone smart enough to bring down the witches like the current king had done and so they came up with a rule for the inheritance of the throne. That is when the king was of old age and had more than one son.
The throne of Udemia was never to be a birthright to the oldest son.
Rather, the one who was worthy of it became king.
And the only test for that was being the last son alive. For that to happen, he needed to be get rid of all other siblings of his. That was a proof of true power, ruthlessness necessary to lead the kingdom in the right path.
There was to be no further competition for the crown with the present king alive, and so the royal house, was nothing but a war field.
One in which I grew in.
I wished for my children to have a different fate.
Which is why I brought them up the way I did.
But some things cannot be avoided and I can see that clearly today which is why I write this.
I was the bravest and took the lives of my siblings. However that didn't make me a great ruler. Rather, my life was ruined and I had to pick up my pieces every day to face my people.
I never had peace.
I never felt the true love of a woman. My soul was too ruined for that.
When you find this, I want that the moment I close my eyes, you save yourself from this fate by crossing several kingdoms, rivers and valleys. Save yourself from the horrible life I led till date.
Because that would be my choice if I could go back in time.
I am King Arnold III.
And these are my last words.
The words of a father and not a ruler.