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As Ash prevails, the land will flourish.
All who go against will perish.
And should an Ember spark to flame.
Nevermore to be the same.
Long ago, in the time of dragons and magic, there was a war between two realms.
Before, everything was ash. The royal family ruled over all the land, including what was now known as the Court of Embers and the Court of Ash. Once they were one, but no longer.
The oldest and most ancient of families, The Malfoy’s, were tied to their people and the land by magic and blood. Their health and prosperity meant the same for all.
But the royal family became more and more selective over the millenia, deeming those like them—- those with wings— worthy of using magic, believing it to be a gift only for the purest of blood. All other creatures were less than, and meant for servitude.
When some resisted, seeking equality regardless of one's ability or wingspan, tensions rose.
These rebels denied many of the age-old traditions of the Ash Court. They sought to marry whom they wished, and formulated different magical practices, altogether losing their wings and identity as Ash.
This resulted in the Ash Court becoming even more resolute in their beliefs. More exclusionary, more cruel and bitter.
The First War was fought, resulting in the separation of Kingdoms, and the Ember Court rose from the ashes.
Even so, the magic of the Ash King continued to strengthen the land for the Ash and Ember Courts alike, but the wounds that had been made festered over the centuries as a second war began to brew…
Then came Voldemort, an enticing sorcerer, who convinced the reigning Ash King, Lucius, that he could restore to him what once was and ‘stamp the filth back into their rightful place.’
And the King handed over too much of his power and influence to this deranged advisor, all in the name of power and domination.
Crops were dying, and the people were becoming desperate. The land was crying out for a new king, but instead of Lucius yielding to his son, he chose to bow to Voldemort.
The Ember Court had no choice but to strike, for the good of the world.
Thus began the Second War.