The Empire of Mythrendale and the ruling family of House Serathiel
Mythrendale a empire bound by ancient bloodlines and ruled by the sacred House of Serathiel, whose lineage was said to be touched by the fae themselves. It was a kingdom of prosperity, magic, and mystery, where the people revered their royal family as divine protectors, chosen not only for their strength but for the blood that flowed through their veins — blood that was not entirely human.
The House of Serathiel was as old as the kingdom itself, its origins shrouded in legend. Its rulers, each born with extraordinary abilities, were bound by a pact with the ancient forces of magic—the magic of the forests, the sky, the mountains, and the sea.
The men of the house were fierce warriors, skilled in swordsmanship, alchemy, summoning, and magic. Yet, the rarest of all were the daughters — those who carried the ability to heal with the very essence of their blood, a power that had been gifted to them by their fae ancestry.
For twelve thousand years, the royal family had known peace, with each heir born under the sign of their sacred pact. But that peace was shattered with the birth of Miraline, the first daughter in twelve millennia. After all the daughters of house Serathiel were known omens of hard times coming.
Her birth was not only a rarity but a harbinger. For in House Serathiel, daughters were seen as omens—omens of hard times to come. The kingdom had long believed that the arrival of a daughter marked the beginning of a turbulent era, one that would shake the very foundations of their rule.
The Day Miraline was born
Her arrival was marked by tragedy. Miraline's mother, a fierce and loving queen, had given everything in the hopes of protecting her daughter. In the moments after Miraline's birth, as the fragile infant's first breaths filled the air, the queen's heart swelled with joy — but also with an overwhelming sense of fear. Fear of the curse that had come with this rare birth. Fear of the powerful legacy that would haunt her daughter.
In an attempt to hold her newborn, a gesture meant to comfort and protect, the queen was struck down by an unseen force. Her body, weakened by the long hours of labour and the unrelenting pressures of the kingdom, gave way. Yet, even as her strength faltered, she fought with every ounce of will. It was a desperate act, fuelled by nothing but a mother's undying love and sacrifice.
But her desperate attempts were in vain. As the queen reached out for her daughter, those who should have been there to help — the advisors, the trusted healers, the protectors of the realm — turned their backs. They took what was not theirs to claim, as if Miraline was a prize to be kept, a weapon to be controlled. The queen's heart broke at the thought of losing her daughter to those who saw her as nothing more than a tool for power, not a precious life to be protected.
With every breath that left her body, the queen fought to hold on, her love for her child unyielding even as the world around her crumbled. The palace walls, once symbols of strength and security, seemed to close in around her. And in that final, fleeting moment of clarity, she reached out — not with the strength of a queen, but with the unwavering determination of a mother. Her last act was to try and bring her daughter back to her arms, to shield her from the fate that awaited her.
But it was too late. The queen's strength failed her, and with her last breath, she passed from the world, leaving Miraline to face a future unknown and uncertain. The sacrifice had been made. The bond of love, unbroken even in death, was all that remained.
In the aftermath, the kingdom mourned, but the power-hungry forces that surrounded Miraline sought only to claim her for their own purposes. The legacy of House Serathiel was now in the hands of those who would stop at nothing to use it for their gain, and the tragedy of her birth — marked by love, sacrifice, and loss — would echo through the generations to come.
The Fairy's
It is a well-known and ancient truth among the people of the kingdom: fairies are always women. They are the living embodiment of the ancient magics that flow through the heart of the land — the magic of the forests, the sky, the mountains, and the sea. These mystical beings are not born as ordinary children, but instead, they manifest from the very essence of nature itself, drawn forth by the forces of the earth. Their powers are ancient, primordial, and woven into the fabric of the world around them.
The fairies' strength, their ability to command the forces of nature, is not something that can be passed on freely. It is a rare and sacred gift, one that can only continue through the union of a fairy — a woman of immense power and grace — and a human man. This bond is more than just a marriage of flesh; it is a union of magic and mortal, a rare and fragile balance. From their union, male heirs are born, children with the potential to wield the powers of their mothers but unable to inherit the full extent of their magics.
The birth of these children is seen as a blessing — the continuation of the fairy bloodline, which binds the realms of magic and man together. For every generation, the fairy bloodline endures, but only in the sons. It is said that should a daughter ever be born — a rare occurrence, one that is foretold by the stars — her birth marks the awakening of the fairy blood and the arrival of a new age. A new cycle that will last for another 25 generations.
These daughters, however, are both revered and feared. They are seen as omens — harbingers of great change, often tied to both prosperity and turmoil. The power they inherit is immense, but so too is the burden. Their birth signifies the reawakening of ancient forces, the resurgence of power that has been lying dormant for centuries. But with this great power comes great peril, for the forces that seek to control and manipulate such power are as old as the land itself.
In House Serathiel, the birth of Miraline — the first daughter in twelve thousand years — was seen as a rare occurrence, one that carried with it both great promise and great danger. The fairy blood that ran through her veins had awakened, marking the beginning of a new era, but also setting the stage for challenges that the royal family had never known. Her existence was a blessing, yes, but it was also a potential curse. For with the return of the fairy blood came the inevitable trials that had been foretold — trials that would test the strength and resolve of her family, and the kingdom itself.