Author’s Note:

This was just some crappy myth I wrote for Social Studies. Just change a few names here and there and poof, we got this based on Maplestory.

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Up high in the stars, the third star to the right – no, you idiot, it is the THIRD star on the right; we’re not heading to Neverland – lies a land of mystical powers, magic, and strange creatures. The inhabitants of this far off land were known to themselves as Maplers, living in the land known as the Commonwealth of MapleStory. To avoid any confusion, the name of this land shall be shortened to – MapleStory.

You see, the inhabitants there were a peaceful race, with similar characteristics as us humans, except the fact that their heads were the size of their bodies, and appear to have no fingers apart from a thumb. It’s almost like wearing oven mitts all the time, you see. Despite their passive personalities, the strange creatures of this land known as MapleStory seem to be constantly attack this peaceful race.

Like all species, the Maplers have adapted to their surroundings. Young children were trained at a young age to become a warrior, thief, bowman or magician. Each of the status determined their physical and mental characteristics.

Take warrior for an example: they must be physically built strong in the upper body, and also be able to withstand the heavy armor and choice of weapon. Bowmen/women needed to be agile and have a critical aim. Likewise, thieves need to have aim, as well as they ability to blend in to their surroundings. Do not be mistaken by this name; thieves are peaceful by nature, by they also seem to have acquired a sixth sense over time. Lastly, magicians spend their time learning spells from the books, and have been taught the ancient languages of their ancestors.

One of the most prominent figures of the Maplers’ lives was a fairy by the name of Brazn. He was no ordinary fairy, I daresay, but a direct blood descendent of Ezlin, the fairy god. I say it seemed quite normal that he held the position of High King of Orbis. Right for the job too, in my opinion.

What the heck is Orbis, you may ask. Well, my good lads, Orbis is a handsome place; as some Maplers might put it: “The city of the skies.” I personally agree with them. See, Orbis was no ordinary city. It was situated in the midst of the clouds, high above the other cities and towns of MapleStory.

Also, the vast population was not mere mortals such as you and me. They were fairies, in other words, immortals with cute little wings attached to their backs. A pompous manner, they all had. In their eyes, mortals were inferior to them. Ah, I am getting away with myself, haven’t I?

Anyways, back to my tale. Brazn, unlike many that have came before him, treated his people with a fair and light manner. He himself created the Fairy Court, filled with Advisors, each with their own field of specialty. Thus, almost creating a democracy; the first in this land.

As a caring and considerate fairy at heart, the King had established strong bonds with the Advisors, understanding each and every one of them. This way, he respected their decisions, and hardly doubted their choices.

So, you see, Brazn was a kind king and quite young too. Being young, his many personal advisors encouraged him to consider marriage. Marriage, at that time, was not decided on neither passion nor love, but edging more on power. His personal advisors hinted the maiden known as Dezena, the fair daughter of a distant king.

Brazn, already bound by passion, refused any offering of marriage from powerful leaders across MapleStory. King he might be, but I think his choice of affection was rather non-royalish. I can’t contradict him either; she was a fair damsel, intelligent and beautiful.

Feroen would be the name of Brazn’s passion; to him, she was the sun of his world. The silver river that flowed from her head, ah, he treated that as a beauty of its own. Being the artist he was; Brazn would spend countless hours under the glare of the moonlight sketching her. For Feroen was his life, some may say.

Their love blossomed, and became inseparable; at least it seemed at that time. However, the distant kind I have spoken of earlier was angered by Brazn’s refusal to marry his daughter. Dezena’s father, known as Emperor Zeof, approached Brazn one day. After putting on a big show of coming in, Zeof attempted to threaten him.

“My daughter is a fine young lady,” Zeof said softly, voice quavering dangerously, “The marriage shall be final or else…the might of the Crimson Balrog shall be raised once more. It will be unleashed on your pitiful kingdom.”

The threat itself seemed damaging, and the horror of it in full action was too terrible to behold. Brazn was split between passion and duty, for the first time. As always, Feroen had gotten hold of Zeof’s ‘visit,’ and immediately set off for Brazn’s room.

The two fairies made eye contact, and Brazn ran over to Feroen, giving her a full embrace. Brushing his lips slightly against hers, he gave a huge sigh and started to explain what Zeof had said to him. Feroen, being an Advisor, understood the crisis unfolding.

The next day, Brazn was shocked to be informed by a messenger of the disappearance of Advisor Feroen. He tried all attempts of finding her location, but all was futile. No trace of the former Advisor was found.

Reluctantly, Brazn agreed to the marriage, and the kingdom remained safe once more. Not a day goes by without him thinking of Feroen though.

Yes, a sad tale, I must admit, but it gets sadder later on.

Within the Court, there was an Academy, where mortals and fairies alike were trained to learn all forms of spells. After awhile, Brazn turned to the Academy to fill in the empty Advisor seat once occupied by Feroen. Many hopefuls signed up for the judgment process. One particular hopeful included the Academy’s brightest, Orefen.

Then, they were placed by writing exams, and tested their problem solving skills under the watchful eye of Brazn. After the countless hours of selection, the Advisor had been chosen: Orefen. How strangely she reminded him of Feroen.

The Fairy Court was alive once more, and Orefen’s presence seemed to match Feroen’s perfectly. However, as always, things don’t go as planned. One day, Orefen had perhaps rushed at bit too much to get some documents in, and unfortunately smacked her head against a pillar and was knocked unconscious. When she awakened, it seemed as if her whole personality changed. She instantly demanded for Brazn’s presence.

When he arrived, Orefen immediately gave him a full embrace. Brazn was appalled by the sudden affection and change of personality. Alas, signs became clearer. It turned out that the mortal Orefen’s past life, as we may put it, was the fairy Feroen. Upon stumbling over this, Brazn returned the embrace and gave a slight kiss on the cheek.

Unfortunately, Brazn’s wife, a short-tempered fairy, had witnessed this scene. Being the short-tempered brat (my apologies, but she is) she is, she informed her father to release the Crimson Balrog from its ancient alter. The destructive creature soon began tearing apart Brazn’s kingdom before his eyes.

Being king, Brazn undoubtedly had an army, which he commanded to destroy this monster and stop the chaos. An army of ten thousand fairies and mortals assembled before the mighty monster, with Feroen and Brazn in command.

Heolius swung its massive arms and crushed half their army right away. The remaining soldiers tried fruitlessly to inflict some damage on to the massive beast, but the sheer size of this monster caused their spells to be useless. Spells bounced off Heolius, and even hit some of their own army.

They fought, but the Crimson Balrog was tearing them limb by limb, literately. The souls of the fallen soldiers (that were mortal) floated around Heolius, as if weakening it. After making contact, they soared high up into the sky, almost as if floating their way to heaven. At that precise moment, Feroen knew what to do. Muttering an incantation, she extracted her own soul from her body and finished off the beast, and joined the other souls in the sky.

Oh my, it seems to be getting late, and my tale ends here. Two lovers, bound by fate, had their paths close to each other, but never crossing. Nothing should get in the way of true passion, and nothing shall ever destroy the bond between them, even if one is gone.