[Pronounced sah - win].

SAMHAIN, a traditional celebration that takes place when the world starts to darken into winter, is believed that during the nominated day as "Samhain," the veil between the human world and the world of the dead becomes very thin. This gives you the opportunity to invite your ancestors over the veil to join in the feast. The following day in the calendar has no name; this is to stop the spirits from being trapped in our world, and to make the journey back over the veil much easier. Unfortunately after a mistake in the calender, it had been named twice, creating a warping, perpetual chain of repetition.

The grandeur event of the all Hallow's Eve celebration had been an original "day of the dead" welcome, praising such customs then to dress in mythical and fictitious creatures to blend into the cultural happenings as to pay a certain respect to their revival. Others were simply afraid of what the outcome of showing themselves in public might have been.

Welcome to every day Hallow's Eve with complementing, eternal darkness accompanied by a ghastly dismal. The sidewalks are usually decorated by trailing, carved JackO'Lanterns inclined to light your pathway or some elongated, dark lamp posts with little pumpkin-candlelight adumbrating more than they provide lighting. Beautiful arrays compounding of yellow's, orange's, black's and some white's here and there.

Snowrose Crisswell once was well-known angel. After going through his prophetical martyr, Snowrose had gone through his last of his own prophecy: destroying chosen children of a school, creating them as a sacrifice to grant him strength and give him the power to surmount his antagonizing, twin brother.

As the prophecy had stated, the victor came out being Snowrose, scarred and to the peak of death. But with one last death wish, Snowrose carried on in his state and pleaded to the Goddess currently ruling the world to construct another school to learn, unknown of his twin brother's set up. Granted with the certain wish, Crisswell Gifted school for children and teenagers, redeeming his past grievances, passing away finally in peace and harmony.

Crisswell now is commonly known as a high school for learning creatures, helping them learn to control their powers, learn certain and expand their knowledge on default subjects to be in use in the future.

The days are divided by colors being Silver and Black to distinguish the different block courses to be taken throughout the coarse of the day. 4 subjects are to be taken in a day, a vast span to choose from. Common rooms with bedrooms are conveniently provided for their stay; students are able to visit family during the weekends.

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Redrose Cromwell was Snowroses' twin brother, the black sheep of the pack, the rebellious son, the dark angel. As the reject son, Redrose was believed to always be in the dark, wanting to secretly surpass his goody of a twin brother Snowrose but could never quite accomplish it. When he could develop a mind of his own, his will and grace to be different were slowly but surely acted upon, managing to go and change his last name to Cromwell, separated from Crisswell, wanting no relation whatsoever.

In later years, now older, a prophecy had been revealed to him by one of the ancestor gods, dictating his demising future, which he didn't agree with. His mindset was on making an impact of his own in the world, in any world he could and the current world he dwelled was Nocturne Sanctuary, where he left his little seed in the school, being constructed as a well-being building for others to enjoy wonders but turned immediately into a school where different children could reach their dreams and get along with other "rejects" like himself before going into his martyr and final war with his twin brother.

Cromwell was left to be. It was a good thing that children were taught the malicious influence that dark arts and magic could have, but it was inevitable the children that were shaped up to be common villains and enemies after discovering the easy wonders if this dark world.

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[Pronounced pah - rah - dee rue - sh]

Often described as "heaven on earth." The simplest of wonders stem from here; a paradise known to many and recreated for a god or a goddess.

Rouge had stemmed from the conveying color elegantly displayed in lush plant life wonders: an array of red hues that decorate around in shapes of fruits and forms of flowers. A mouth-watering, phantom smell of cherry perfumes the air of the island of mysterious and perpetual wonders with the notorious, faint symphony of water trickling from rivers and cascades located in the high planes of the caves.

In the middle of lush beauty with no sign of ever wilting of being wilted is located a marble-shaped Gothic oriented carved castle in glittering shades of soothing to the eye reds and contrasting crimsons with four spiraling towers that create a reachable tangent to the clouds, swirled with forest green vines topped with flashy red spots neatly nestled in each bulb stem, known as the castle of the goddess, where she usually lets people dwell in temporarily for occasions.

Although Paradis Rouge is not modernized to appeal to the in-now culture, it has been intricately organized for touring guides or serving as a lover's lane for many. Richly coloured roses serve as guiding marks towards different destinations, one to heightened cliffs where the buzz of brushing water falls, protected inside to enjoy the magic wonders this dreamy charm offers.

Relieg; cemetery.

Throughout the difficult journey of founding Nocturne Sanctuary, a place had been researched to commemorate the loss of precious lives from the peaceful creatures that once were known in Azarath. Warriors had gone through a great deal of martyr to accomplish saving the poor founder from a futuristic business promised with suffering and torment.

The place was led to be, obviously in prize to reverend the dead corpses of once loved, but bitter people wanted to destroy the such for fun and pleasure, digging out the graves, performing dark rituals and making tell-tale stories to terrorize small children. The place had been left to get little to no care, but it was gratefully taken by a once very known malicious man and turned into the spooky pleasures of the night, designed to scare and lure away any approaching presence.

Now it has been served for a number of unmentionable happenings, waking dead and spiritual descents to perform a wondrous requiem act for the daring and wanting of a horror movie to happen to them.

Four gold towers spiral up to the clouds marking the four boundaries of the city. The towers have a thin golden laced crystal ball at the top of each shinning brightly it can be blinding. It throws the seemingly holy light onto the city against it's will.

Long ago the city was founded with the gold that so richly surround it. A castle towering up in the center made of the finest golds. White gold and yellow gold. The streets were made of golden bricks that cast dazzling colors on the houses around it. The houses were not made of solid gold, no. But several metals, woods and bricks mixed with the gold. It proved sturdy.

The king grew more and more vain of the city wanting no enemies to touch it. He became paranoid that everyone would want it so he ordered the city be covered in dirt and mosses to hide the gold. It was...

Soon the people forgot the city was ever made of gold. Until one day, one lone child discovered the golden road beneath the dirt. He was a water element, highly skilled and he traveled with an Earth element. Together they removed the dirt from the street. The king became angered and killed them. They had revealed his golden city that he fought so hard to hide.

Enemy's swarmed from with in the city and over through the king. The city was restored to it's golden glory.

Now a days the people who live here are pirates, thieves and rich obsessed men. They fight over themselves for the city. Claiming things as theirs when they truly are not. The only thing that remains untouched by the corrupt souls are the four towers. They hold a deadly secret. They still gleam brighter than any gold on earth... but their secret is still a mystery waiting to be uncovered.

After centuries of patience, time and an inhumane green thumb, the elves raised up Dae Taure, a city raised from nature itsself. Unsatisfied in the simplicity of nature's front, the elves morphed, pruned and guided the forest and it's plants into towering, twisting spiraling shapes climbing around and over towering marble pillars to create a city harmless to nature. With the Northen, main city enterance marked by a towering stone arch the worn streets open up into a clearly defined yet naturally hidden display of houses, shops and other building neccisities carved into the marble slabs so intricate that even the dwarves, lords of the rock, would come to marvel at the Elven wonder. Other buildings were hallowed out of the magnificient tree trunks, created in the shelter of towering branches and wide leaves.

.As the land suffered little construction the animal inahbitants are very much still around and still at large in the city. The elves keep many hawks and owls for use of messages and simple fun. Other then the animals, the inhabitants are mainly elves though plenty of visitors pour in to catch a glimpse of their fantastic works Legend has it though that humans should not be left alone. The level of magic and enchantment floating around the land can take it's tole on the simplicity of the human mind and captivate them to an indangering point and send them on an aimless journey through the woods. Vampires are rare tresspassors here though they do not entirely keep their distance.

To the south and west sides of shimmering city is where it gets it's name. Dae Taurë translated to the common language means; Shadowed Forest. The forest is a dense, dark, damp, endless place filled with strange beasts of creatures and lost travelers to feast on.

Tucked into lush, rolling, spring green hills is a small village of dreamy cottages and quite, friendly people offering a paradise for residents and a safe haven for visitors. Though Harmony Ridge reflects a town from another, slower time, it still holds modern charms. At the heart of the town is a casually bustling mainstreet with cafe's for the early morning and slow, chatty evenings. As the mornings and nights are cooler people tend to stay inside or slightly bundled but by midday they've shed their outerlayers and have followed the stream winding around town and on through the hills down over rocks, sand and finally into a small bay marked with sheer cliffs on either side. A black and white stripped light house acts as a guide for the blue bay and a symbol of quite assurance to the people of Harmony Ridge.