The Lost City of Seraphine
Long ago, nestled between the unexplored mountains and the unfathomable depths of the blue sea, lay a kingdom. This kingdom, called Seraphine, was a marvel with shimmering palaces, golden streets, and lush green gardens. What made Seraphine exceptional was its inhabitants. They were the Seraphs, beings of pure light, wisdom, and kindness, creatures who mastered the harmony between nature and civilisation.
But life was not always rosy for the Seraphs, for they had a mighty nemesis, the Dark Lord Moros, who resided in the neighbouring land of Nocturnus. He was continually plotting nefarious schemes to usurp the magnificent city of Seraphine, hitched on jealousy and revenge.
One fateful day, Nuriel, the wise king of Seraphs, saw a prophecy. It revealed the advent of a great Darkness that would envelop their land, followed by the birth of a Savior bearing a star-shaped birthmark who would restore light and peace. The prophecy was unsettling, yet it filled the hearts of Seraphs with a glimmer of hope.
No sooner than when the prophecy was recounted, Moros attacked Seraphine, and their peaceful abode descended into Darkness. Buildings crumbled, trees withered, and the sky turned black. The kingdom of light was plunged into an endless night.
In the chaos, a child was born, a celestial sight amid the gloom. As predicted in the prophecy, the child bore the star-shaped birthmark, instigating hope and fear alike. The queen, in her dying breath, named the child Lyra, entrusting her to an old sage, Orion.
Orion brought up Lyra, teaching her about their history, the prophecy, and the dark times their kingdom had fallen into. Lyra grew up kind, intelligent, and brave, embodying the ancient traits of the Seraphs. As her eighteenth birthday approached, the mark on her arm started glowing, indicating that it was time for her to reclaim her fallen kingdom.
Lyra, under Orion's guidance, started the journey to the Land of Nocturne braving many deadly trials. She witnessed the harshness of Moros's land, cruel, lifeless, and stark in contrast to the stories she heard of her own. Yet she pressed on, a light flickering in the endless darkness.
Upon finally arriving in the Dark Lord’s court, Lyra confronted Moros. The battle was fierce, a clash between light and dark, kindness versus cruelty. Shots of energy danced frenziedly around the battleground. Lyra, though smaller and seemingly weaker, stood her ground, her eyes brimming with fierce determination.
Latching onto a moment of distraction, Lyra strummed a tidal wave of energy that imprisoned Moros, reverting his dark magic and freeing Seraphine from the relentless night. With Moros defeated and balance restored, Lyra returned home to the ecstatic cheers of the Seraphs. They celebrated the return of their lost city and their savior, their queen.
The tale of Lyra and the lost city of Seraphine traveled far, evolved into a legend, a beacon of hope in dark times, proof of the victory of light over darkness, kindness over cruelty, and a tale of a fallen kingdom that rose again.