[ WP ] Tales of Old Earth

Long ago, in ancient times, there lived a magical princess. The people in those days were masters of the world, holding sway over nature with their command of unfathomable technological wonders. Work was unnecessary, war and strife, a legend. And yet, the people were unhappy. They had become cold and cynical, and their inertia had made them long for meaning, for a purpose. Most wandered the earth, aimless. While other, more twisted souls sought to fill the voids within themselves by indulging in the most depraved and twisted pursuits. It seemed that humanity, having conquered the world around them, would be destroyed from within. 
 
 So it was, that, into this world, a young princess was born. Her name was Cyrus, daughter of King Billy Ray. She was a beacon of love, hope and simplicity, in an over-complicated world. Everywhere she went, she would bring happiness and joy. The people adored her, and with her enchanted hair, she was able to heal the sick, give sight to the blind, and thought to the mentally impaired. 
 
 However, there were those who sought to undermine her influence. Those whose vile and perverted way of life was now in jeopardy, thanks to the surge of positivity and happiness that Cyrus was spreading across the globe. A cabal of pleasure lords convened in their black citadels, and from their gates rode their most trusted servant; the creature Bei'bar. 
 
 In the guise of a young and innocent boy, Bei'bar wooed the many tribes and factions to his cause, whispering honeyed words into the ears of kings and warlords, and sowing dissent wherever he went. The conflicts that began to arise as a result drew Cyrus to them. They say her hair would shine brightly when she cured the sick of their ills, and there were whispers that she often moved among the people in disguise, as a lowly singer-girl named Hannah, to avoid the assassins of the the black cabals. 
 
 Her presence slowly beat back the corrupting influence of Bei'bar, but she knew in time that she would have to face him directly. 
 
 And so it came to pass that, as Cyrus was lifting the spirits of a village racked with pain from a recent battle, an army surrounded her; it's warlord bribed and goaded by promises of power and glory from Bei'bar's lips. Cyrus' retinue, and the people of the village, fought to protect her, but in vain, and when the last body fell to the blood-stained ground, Bei'bar himself strode forth. 
 
 The two battled for hours, as lightning streaked across the sky, and rain lashed at the earth, but soon, Cyrus' magic was spent, and she fell to her knees, exhausted. Bei'bar stood above her and drew a cursed knife and, with it, cut the hair from the princess' head. A shockwave knocked all the soldiers off their feet, and when they rose, Bei'bar and Cyrus were nowhere to be seen. 
 
 No one knows what truly happened after that most wretched day, but it is believed that Bei'bar carried the princess to the black citadels, and for several months, corrupted her. 
 
 And so, on a dark day in August 2013, the lord of the black cabal, Archon Thicke, made an announcement that was broadcast to the entire world. 
 
 `` Your princess, Cyrus, has come now to show you all the true path. Come o people of Earth, and rejoice. Witness now, your saviour.'' 
 
 Cyrus appeared, before the people, flanked by a procession of demon bears. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, and her eyes flashed with perverted glee. She wore not a strip of clothing, revealing her pale, greasy flesh to the world. Her hair, that was once rich as dark gold, flowing long to her waist, was short like a man's, and a sickly, artificial yellow. And there, upon the dark plaza of the black citadels, to the watching eyes of the horrified people of Earth, Archon Thicke mounted the princess, deflowering her savagely and profanely, calling her his'Good Girl'. The princess leered and shrieked, and it was said that King Billy Ray's screams of torment could be heard for miles around. 
 
 The people lost hope that day, and darkness spread unchecked into the hearts of men. But some still remembered the lessons that Cyrus taught us before her corruption. To love, and to care for each other. To be as one family. To enjoy the simple things. These are ideals that can never die. 

