As young as the days were, so were the people of Velcorsia. A
village filled with spirited folks, young and old - though the
elders of the village could of been mistaken for the younger
generations. The environment around this "immortal" village
contained emerald trees to which gave - not only the purest
oxygen - life. Some would say that the legends of Velcorsia was
found by a ancient wizard or a dark vampire from the days of old.
The gift of the youthful complexions continued with the people
of Velcorsia for ages and even though the elders do not like to
agree with the thoughts of an evil manifesting immortality. One
boy of the village thought differently and his ideas of a
vampiric line would bring people the knowledge of the evil that
surrounded Velcorsia. This boy knew that if they could turn what
was evil into good, then surely there would be hope for surviving
a lot longer then they have for seen.
Borolox, the thinker of the village, always knew that the
people of Velcorsia were a fearful group of intellects. He
researched their instinctive ways and found that they commonly
used their youth and knowledge to be safer. Trying to use their
safety to keep with drawn from the darkness -that was the reality
outside of their village- rather than facing their fears and
becoming more than just intelligent. Borolox would even argue
that the elders of Velcorsia created an idol that kept them in
this religious bubble. Forcing all the Velcorians to stay in the
world they knew that was in front of them and away from what
Thus, the young boy broke through the midst of the lies and
deceit that had been holding him back from the truth. He decided
to grab his gear, which included a small sword, food, water, and
miscellanist objects that he somehow knew would be of help.
Borolox held onto his bold theory that not one person knew but he
knew that he would keep it because it drove the passion that was
in his heart.
"Borolox! Why are you leaving into the darkness?" A high pitch
feminine voice came piercing through his heart. Borolox winced at
the suddenness the voice made and turned around towards where it
came from. Only to face eye to eye with the young lady he was
destined to marry and live a long life with. Soon in fact, but
Borolox knew that he couldn't live in a life that was surrounded
by things that they thought were true when indeed they were
living a lie.
"My dearest! I am on a quest to find truth."
"Truth? What truth! This is the only truth here!" Pointing
towards the ground and gripping her hands together like she was
begging Borolox to stay here, with her. He knew that his love was
going to be tainted by the chasm in which the elders of Velcorsia
created. Worshiping the idea which kept them in closed. Beatrix
was a lovely young lady, Borolox nobody could resist such beauty
in the village. A line of priestly-hood and royalty in which
because of this high standard of life, she knew that whatever
"religion" befallen them was forced upon her life because all
royal villagers and priest were called to follow the religion
that was created. Eventually, so too were the villagers of
Velcorsia pulled into this life style and not that anything
changed as far as value for the people but they were given
blessings to be apart of religion.
Borolox couldn't help but to be sunk into her deep blue eyes,
and added by the sunshine's vibrant yellow that made Beatrix's
hair bright. His love for her at this moment would be the death
of his beliefs and compassion to seek the reality that there is
only one truth in this life. Sometimes Borolox wondered how in
the world did a royal daughter come to fall in love with the
servant of her father? His undeserved merit for earning her love
was far beyond that of anyone rights to be loved by royalty.
"Beatrix, there is but one truth that everyone is depending
upon in their lives. I don't know that I believe this truth in
Velcorsia is it."
"How can you say that!" Beatrix was trembling because of the
rising frustration that shook her body. Borolox began to come
closer to the presence of Beatrix's lively hood as she continued
to tremble in fear that this boy she had fallen for was becoming
something that her lifestyle could not contest with.
"It's in my heart but I will have to show you at another time."
Borolox closed his eyes and leaned forward as he lightly
pressed his lips against his love's. Holding her in his arms as
she trembled and felt the sudden cold tears that dripped onto his
arms, leaving her silent upon the soft - evergreen - grass.
Running away now as he left her unconscious would be his best
goal in the thought that the elders of Velcorsia could smell any
delinquency that their people committed. He knew that the idea of
touching a royal daughter would consider death. Borolox sprinted
off into the looming shadows that the forest created in its vast
landscape, hoping to leave the lies behind him in order to find
the truth and bring it back to Beatrix.