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Eldoria: The Gilded Downfall
In the book of Grachia, Eldoria is a world of wonder, but for some, it is a forgotten heaven. In mythology, it was a place where humans lived because its gems were a small piece of paradise, until a few greedy individuals destroyed them all.
It was a day of beautiful darkness, where stars were glimmering, the lights of auroras danced, and the rain of lights was seen from the highest mountains of Eldoria, which had the most marvelous mansion of all.
Lysandra's essence exuded strength and grace, dwelling within opulent halls adorned with gleaming gold. Her attire, a tapestry of intricate Indian motifs and the finest silks from China, whispered tales of elegance and sophistication.
She resided in its luxurious gardens filled with flowers properly placed and decorated. On the highest peak of Eldoria, she found peace in the comfort of a nearby sofa, with hot chocolate in her hands, gazing at the beauty above while the breezy winds cooled her skin.
Her eyes caught a curious sight, squinting in horror, no longer at peace. From miles away, she could hear the whispers of greed spreading among a few ambitious souls. As flames erupted across the greens, crawling their way across Eldoria, the invaders took more than what nature willingly offered, interrupting the balance that had sustained Eldoria for decades.
The first crack beneath her land terrified her, a silent herald of the chaos to come. She heard the calls of the guardians of the gems, ancient beings of great wisdom and strength, who warned of the dire consequences of such greed. But to no avail, their warnings went unheeded, and their superiority drowned into oblivion.
A sanctuary turned into a battlefield as some guardians fought, their swords of metal clinking and ringing in Lysandra's ears. The insatiable greed of the invaders knew no bounds. The skies darkened with smoke as the land trembled, forests were ablaze, rivers of water became rivers of ashes, and all the wealth of the Eldorians crumbled. Their mansions fell apart, and their power was washed away.
Lysandra stood on the edge of the peak, witnessing earthquakes and bloodshed until it was her turn. Her assassin, with bloodied wounds, hovered over her, about to raise his sword. Her wounded flesh in the stomach saw the last gaze of her dearest world, her mind replaying the best memories of her destroyed mansion until her heartbeats came to an end.
The Book of Grachia emphasizes that the myth of Eldoria was not a wonder after all. The wealthiest of all are not the builders of their own wealth but rather carriers who live in luxury without a care for the world. The builders of wealth have earned the finest luxury but never seem to have it, and while a few worked hard to meet their ends, they all dreamed of a luxury they could never have.
Grachia’s story provokes thoughts on the unfairness of the world, revealing that Eldoria’s evilness was masked by its beauty. It was not just about greed; it was always about inequality.
© Waverywaves (Please be informed that 5 % of AI is used for correction of Grammatical errors, proofreading and prompts)
It was a day of beautiful darkness, where stars were glimmering, the lights of auroras danced, and the rain of lights was seen from the highest mountains of Eldoria, which had the most marvelous mansion of all.
Lysandra's essence exuded strength and grace, dwelling within opulent halls adorned with gleaming gold. Her attire, a tapestry of intricate Indian motifs and the finest silks from China, whispered tales of elegance and sophistication.
She resided in its luxurious gardens filled with flowers properly placed and decorated. On the highest peak of Eldoria, she found peace in the comfort of a nearby sofa, with hot chocolate in her hands, gazing at the beauty above while the breezy winds cooled her skin.
Her eyes caught a curious sight, squinting in horror, no longer at peace. From miles away, she could hear the whispers of greed spreading among a few ambitious souls. As flames erupted across the greens, crawling their way across Eldoria, the invaders took more than what nature willingly offered, interrupting the balance that had sustained Eldoria for decades.
The first crack beneath her land terrified her, a silent herald of the chaos to come. She heard the calls of the guardians of the gems, ancient beings of great wisdom and strength, who warned of the dire consequences of such greed. But to no avail, their warnings went unheeded, and their superiority drowned into oblivion.
A sanctuary turned into a battlefield as some guardians fought, their swords of metal clinking and ringing in Lysandra's ears. The insatiable greed of the invaders knew no bounds. The skies darkened with smoke as the land trembled, forests were ablaze, rivers of water became rivers of ashes, and all the wealth of the Eldorians crumbled. Their mansions fell apart, and their power was washed away.
Lysandra stood on the edge of the peak, witnessing earthquakes and bloodshed until it was her turn. Her assassin, with bloodied wounds, hovered over her, about to raise his sword. Her wounded flesh in the stomach saw the last gaze of her dearest world, her mind replaying the best memories of her destroyed mansion until her heartbeats came to an end.
The Book of Grachia emphasizes that the myth of Eldoria was not a wonder after all. The wealthiest of all are not the builders of their own wealth but rather carriers who live in luxury without a care for the world. The builders of wealth have earned the finest luxury but never seem to have it, and while a few worked hard to meet their ends, they all dreamed of a luxury they could never have.
Grachia’s story provokes thoughts on the unfairness of the world, revealing that Eldoria’s evilness was masked by its beauty. It was not just about greed; it was always about inequality.
© Waverywaves (Please be informed that 5 % of AI is used for correction of Grammatical errors, proofreading and prompts)
