ACT I: Elegy of Amethyst

“Don't feel special at all.

Chained by the people I love.

I've loved once. 

The words I want to yell

A lump in my throat.

This is a story about a princess,

forgotten in a ditch.

A stone that shone differently,

Left behind without care

From the ones she loved.

A stone,

Once, she was a great treasure

A dream, an Amethyst.

Was shining so brightly,

With her purplish glow.

But now

forgotten in a ditch.

The words they said

Doesn't affect her.

Without actions,

They are nothing but dust.

“Moonlight” they said,

As if words could touch her heart.

Yet without affection,

It's nothing but a “WORD”.

Once Amethyst

It was a special stone.

With her special features,

Everyone knew

How could one destroy

Chained up in a ditch,

They'd taken out her

Crystal eyes

Amethyst cried and cried,

Nothing but blood.

She felt the pure rage

Burned on her veins

With a single flick,

She could finally sing her song.

Walked into the hall,

With the people she once adored.

Sang her pure rage,

With a voice of disgust.

In the castle

Once she'd lived

Like they'd said once

Amethyst

Turned the castle

Nothing but dust.

Reaching up to the purplish sky,

Her Amethyst

Reflect the stars

Once was in her eyes.

Lonely and lost one,

Full of rage tears,

Couldn't find the stars

Without her purplish gaze.

Defenseless, tired,

Gonna go find the eyes

She’d once lost.

And paint the world,

Now drained of color

She'll achieve it

Whether you're in or not.”

• - Elegy of Amethyst

This is the legend that everyone whispers one ear to another when faced with hardship: The Elegy of the Cursed Amethyst. 

The poor girl whose eyes were plucked out from her tiny sockets. She was a masterful power wielder of her kind, one of the Farrens. 

Ah, the Farrens. Monsters, the whisperers say. They are the ones who can steal your powers, sucking it out from your very core. They can consume over a thousand cores of power, swelling with it, until they finally overflow and cross their names from these lands. No wonder the realm called them monsters. A Farren’s eyes change, an ominous, vicious hue that mirrors yours, only a darker shade of your identity. They’re the real thieves of these lands. We live trapped inside the colossal walls, waiting for the day they come for us.

The good are glad Amethyst is gone, but the wicked long for her return, to awaken and help them to shatter The Tunnels. 

The enormous walls surrounding each realm keep them divided. Within those walls, there are many tragedies like Amethyst’s —

Yet so few survive to tell their tale.

Like Prince Elliott of the Crystalized Tunnel.