Once upon a
time far away in that mystical place called the Orient, there was a Kingdom in
distress. So three Musketeers set out to save the land. One used to be a hero
in his youth, many lifetimes ago, troubadours once roamed the land singing
tales of his bravery. The second was known as the stuttering star.. in the
West. His encounters with the powerful forces of the East couldn't prepare him
for what he would meet in the Kingdom of Pharaohs. Long ago, he had worked with
the Dark Lords (before they shed their white cloaks) thinking they were on his
side, but they eventually turned on him. The third of the Musketeers was of the
plebs, but he had one gift, his magical hair wooed the public, that special way
he liked to comb it to the left made all the young maidens go wild.
The three Musketeers
weren’t always so close, but once the Dark Lords rose to power, they decided to
form a union in order to defeat them. Many were not pleased with this union of
interests: Greybeard was one of them even though there was a time when he
thought of joining in.It didn’t work out well in the end, partly because “The Four
Musketeers” just doesn’t have a ring to it.
But that
wasn’t the only reason, Greybeard had once been one of the elders in the
Council of the Dark Lords, he had sworn an oath of fealty to the Supreme Lord
of Darkness, a bond not easily broken. When Greybeard decided to disobey his
Lord, he was banished from the pack, cursed to always roam the land, to be
everything and nothing all at once. Not black nor white, but always in between,
that was Greybeard’s place.
The
Younglings were of little stature but with hearts of gold. They followed the
tales of the three Musketeers closely, first with joy, but later with growing
resentment and disappointment. It became clear the Musketeers were no match to
the Dark Lords who had gold and could always count on the support of the
Elephant Prince who lived in a far away land. The Dark Lords lived in a big
castle on Mount Doom but always maintained close contact to their allies
abroad.
The whole story
started when the Younglings challenged the Fat King who had ruled the land for
many many years. The Fat King was loved once, but as he grew older, his hearing
weakened and so did his eyesight. After a long ride, he couldn’t land softly
anymore.
When the
Dark Lords felt his time had come, they joined the Younglings in their quest
for power. The Dark Lords had been dreaming about this for a long time and it
would become their first step to world-dominion. Once the Fat King fell, the
true nature of the Dark Lords was revealed and they took off their white cloaks. In
order to keep the Younglings on their side, they devised an evil scheme. They brewed a yellowy potion and gave it to the naïve Younglings who drank it
joyously. The drink tasted good in the beginning, but as with many things in
this story, later turned out to be an acidic poison.
And thus everyone
waged battles against everyone in a war of all against all in the Kingdom of Pharaohs.
Plagues hit the land and locusts left green fields behind as barren places of
despair. Even in Mount Doom, confidence and arrogance had made way for discord
and frustration. The Heir to the Supreme Head of the Council of Darkness was
unhappy that his brother, the Spare, had become King. The Mad King, as he
became known, felt unappreciated and unwanted. He had grown up jealous of his
brother and thought becoming King would make up for his lost childhood. He used
to threaten his subjects with things which cannot be named in a fairy tale such
as this, suffice it to say that his threats only brought more misery upon him
and his people and they lived happily never after.
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