Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Euphoria was a place of peace and happiness; however, this wasn't the case.
Darkness spread throughout the area, seeping into the cracks of any light remaining.
They called themselves the Night Mares.
A gang of violent, pitch black horses, determined to destroy every single inch of the dream world.
Euphoria.
No one knew their motives to why they did what they did, a group so filled with hate it seemed they only did it just for the fun of it.
The war had gone on for centuries; it almost seemed everlasting.
A war between good and evil; the Gallants and the Night Mares.
Until one day, a Gallant by the name of Lufas tried to propose a deal to the Mares.
Peace would be promised to both groups... under one condition.
The POJ would return back to the Gallants, and the Mares would be able to keep the world of Euphoria. However, it really wasn't that simple. The POJ controlled Euphoria; with this, the Gallants could've easily kicked the Night Mares out once they regained their control over it.
However... the Night Mares weren't as gullible as Lufas suspected.
They were outraged at how naïve he made them seem, and the POJ was smashed onto the ground, breaking into three, tiny fragments.
The world of Euphoria was split in two, between the Gallants and the Night Mares.
The fragments were divided among them; one to the Gallants, one to the Mares.
That left one.
It was sent to Earth, as it was decided a fight for the last fragment would cause another havoc of war.
They believed it would absorb into the Earth, and the power would be unnoticeable.
However, the fragment had other plans.
It didn't absorb into the Earth.
It took over the Earth.
OHHH boiz. I'm sorry I know it probably doesn't make much sense. I'll go into more detail later. So, yeah. Thanks for reading c;
Peace .3.
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Euphoria
FantasyDreams. They're far beyond our control. The good ones, and of course, the bad. (I'll add more description later, for now, the prologue'll give a good summary.)
