The Charmer Chronicles

The Beginning

There was a time before all magical beings knew that humans existed. That time was before the Charmers had been cast out of The Realm and into our world. That time was before the war, and before the rift was torn, and The Realm was broken. 

Everything was simpler back then, before the worlds converged and magic was unleashed onto the Earth. There was once peace among creatures of all abilities, especially the Charmers. They were the most beautiful of the beasts in The Realm. They could think and decide things on their own, unlike the more primitive creatures that spotted the fields and mountains of The Realm. The Charmers built grand palaces and gardens for themselves, and they would even play with the stars and make the ground shake. All the other creatures began to fear them. 

The Charmers immense talent and ability to create led them to their fall. They delegated leaders and started forming committees. Movements were passed, and decisions were made that they were the superior race that resided in The Realm. Charmers began to enslave the other magical creatures out of spite, locking them up, or even slaughtering whole species. It was decided by their leader, one of the most powerful Charmers, that they would rise up and overtake the entire Realm for themselves. 

This leader was named Pythos Andival. He was selected to be king by the very committees he worked to create, and started his monarchy that drove The Realm apart. From this point forward the Andival line would rule the Charmers in and out of The Realm. An Andival would undo the peace, and another would repair it... as was the prophecy given by a Bountiful Witch to Pythos' heirs hundreds of years later while they still sat in their palaces and gardens watching over The Realm with a hateful eye. 

This heir, named King Horren Andival, was softer in his heart than previous rulers, and had agreed to a council with this particular Bountiful Witch. (These witches, being nastier and more powerful than common tricorns and golems, had not gone completely extinct in all the battles and war prisoner roundups.) The witch explained to King Horren that she had used a spell to cast her eyes into the future. She had seen a boy, becoming a young man, and he was the Andival that was going to fix all that the previous had done. He carried the power inside him to undo all his ancestor's transgressions. It was this boy who held the key to The Realm's fate. 

As soft hearted as he was, King Horren was still an Andival. The witche's prophecy angered the king and cast him into a rage. Andivals were conquerors and leaders of The Realm. It belonged to them, and not even one of their own was going to take it away. 

King Horren, fearing for his throne, lashed out and plunged the entirety of The Realm into war. He started with the witches, killing off every single one he could find and then a few more. But it was too late. Word had spread, and now every creature and beast left in the Realm had hope for a better tomorrow. They wanted the coming king to be righteous and take down his own ancestors so that The Realm may be at peace again. This prompted the few Bountiful Witches left in The Realm to rise up and fight back against the Charmers. This enraged King Horren, and he devised a plan that would take care of the witches once and for all. 

In the palace that was situated on the hillside of a large grassy cliff, the committees were at work. They wanted to banish the Bountiful Witches from The Realm forever. Among these prideful Charmers were some of the best minds, and best philosophers to ever wield magic. It was decided that they were going to create a portal to send the witches to another Realm. (If such a thing existed.) 

Working day and night, the Charmers were able to build a machine unlike any other they had created. The device was crude, and large, but when they combined their powers they were able to supply it with an energy source so large that the portal opened up in the giant pit just below the palace's place on the cliff. This gaping rift was stable, for a moment, but soon it started to grow. Unable to contain it, the Charmers had no time to throw the witches inside. The pit, swirling in the dirt, began to crumble the ground around it. Chunks of the cliff broke off and were sucked into the massive portal that began to stretch and groan at the bottom of the cliff. Whole trees were devoured, sucked up into the pit. In less than a minute, pieces of the Grand Gardens that surrounded the palace were chewed up and taken too. The sky above the palace, the beautiful, glowing sky of The Realm, began to shake. The full force of the Charmer's magic had been unleashed into that swirling void. 

So, there was a time before the Charmers knew that humans existed, but that time ended when the palace began to sink further and further into the rift that now consumed the entire cliff side. In the blink of an eye there were no longer Charmers in the Realm. They were swallowed down by their own creation, built for destruction, and spat out onto Earth.