guess whos back.. back again..
ITS BEEN FOREVER BBSHRJSHDB ive been SO busy with theater and all. HOWEVER!!!! im proud to say ive had a few things up my sleeve ! we'll start off with my current stars of the show, my fairytale precures! heres their designs + lore!
────── .✦ CHAPTER 1: The beginning.
꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂
Once Upon a time,
The world was a stranger to joy.
Four cures— the MUSES , as later characters would refer to them as, would construct a world from a single quill. This world .. the Earth, as they called it, was their greatest creation yet in all of their years. Yet. . it was devoid of something.
For all the people that inhabited it, all life to thrive there .. they seemed to be absent. When they gazed down upon their creations, they could see nothing but a void of what should've been joy, laughter, excitement. Nobody seemed to provide any care to anything around them, much less themselves. After time, this behavior caused the world to approach a decay.
Panicked, the Muses had to devise a strategy before the Earth caused its own devastation. In a hurry, they deducted they needed a source for their joy— something that could fuel them, to keep them rejuvenated and give them a drive.
So, the Muses returned to their book, picked up their quill .. and created stories. All sorts of stories—dramatic ones, romantic ones, exciting ones, thrilling ones. . any they could think of at the moment. They wrote enough to a point that they'd have to create their own seperate realm to harbor all their new, fantastical creations. This realm became known to them as [ XXXXX. WIP.]
In this realm, all sorts of tales thrived, and action was in every corner. The two realms never met, nor conjoined with one another, but remained connected through the Muse's book (WIP!!!). Their book harbored all their creation, and by their quill, they could continue to add on more tales to "feed" the Earth.
Earth, shortly after, began to thrive. People moved with purpose, laughter became a well known sound, and you could never look someplace there without seeing a smile spread across someones face. It had worked.
For a while, it was harmonious. Both worlds thrived, and the Muses continued to write from above.
One of the Muses, however, slowly grew discontent with their worlds. Cure Tragedy, she was called. While she worked in collaboration with the other Muses to provide happily ever afters, it began to grow null to her. Each story felt rudimentary, people began to lack substance, and joy began to lose its meaning to her. It bored her.
Slowly, then, would Cure Tragedy begin to tweak certain tales. An evil stepmother in here, a poisoned apple in there.. soon enough, each fairytale would become tainted with some hint of despair or tragedy, and the connection between the two realms would begin to waver. People began to experience feelings almost unseen by the Muses—- sorrow, anger, paranoia, envy … Vices soon flooded within Earth the more that stories began to contort.
In a quick and desperate effort to protect what remained of both realms, as well as the book itself, each Muse (besides, you know. one of them), the Muses would bestow both part of their power and essences of remaining fairytales upon those that could strongly believe on Earth. A small companion from each tale would help to guide them through their journey, and through using the book of the Muses themselves, they could begin to help mend tales lost or warped.
