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Once upon a time, on planet Earth, when all continents were one, united by a name and ruled by a single, glorious kingdom blessed by the sun. There once existed a prince. He was handsome, dashing even, a splendid warrior, and a dedicated scholar, but none of his many many virtuous qualifications were his greatest virtue. It was his care and love for his people. Making him beloved by the folk of the Earth.
One seemingly unremarkable full moon night when the moon shone as brightly and gloriously like a shining pearl, a beautiful fledgling goddess descended from the heavens. Attracted by the untamed beauty of the land and it differing customs, she visited the royal gardens of the land, a place frequented by the prince of our tale.
Upon seeing the prince, she fell in love instantaneously. Blinded by love, the angel made the treacherous journey countless times to see the face of her beloved prince again. Careful not to be discovered, she abandoned her home, the kingdom of the heavens, itself just to admire him from a far. Inevitably, one night, the prince discovered his godly admirer, flatter and amused by her antics, he couldn't bring himself to be enraged by such a pure and beautiful creature, all though he still scolded her for her recklessness. He offered her his friendship and allowed her to return to his gardens.
Enthused by those words, the young goddess traveled to Earth more frequently, and the prince charmed by her personality, increasingly looked forward to their night meetings. They talked about their lives, the differences between their cultures, and their desires. They toured the vast garden together. Soon, the prince took the goddess to other places on Earth, marveling at the sand, the ocean, the animals, and the trees, but most of all, the people. Over time, the love between the two blossomed like roses in a garden. Finally, the prince asked the goddess for her hand in marriage.
That would be the classic ending: the protagonists marry, uniting their two worlds with their love.
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But reality is rarely as forgiving as fiction and there are rarely any happy endings.
Many voices were raised in protest at having a queen from the kingdom of the heavens.
The strongest was that of a sorceress, who had known the prince from childhood and coveted his heart. Jealous of the couple's happiness, she sold her soul to darkness, for a chance that if she herself ascended godhood the prince would offer his hear to her instead.
With her new powers granted by darkness, she bewitched the minds of all the inhabitants of the land so that they would rise up in war against the kingdom of the heavens.
Only the prince resisted the spell, managing, after overcoming a series of obstacles, to come to the rescue of his beloved. Unable to fight his own people, his comrades, his mentors, his dearest of friends, the prince attempted to flee with his beloved, but the jealous newly turned witch refused to allow it.
In her rage she aimed her spell at the goddess, only for the prince to take the fatal blow.
In her heartbreak the the goddess felled herself to reunite with her beloved dying by his side.
And thus the two kingdoms collapsed into ruin.