Magical Democracy Backstory
The Magical Democracy was founded by DrThestral on February 17, 2022. It was founded after a big magical tree at the edge of the forest just outside the United Animal Federation‘s territory started to sparkle and bring its magic into the world of the Waffles SMP. From there it started to spread and it made its way up to a small cabin where DrThestral lived, and turned it into an enchanted place full of magic and fantasy.
In return, DrThestral made a community with people who swore to help each other and where everyone is equal. Together they created homes all across the land and made little places to worship this magical tree.
But not everyone was happy with the miracle. On the other side of the ocean, a tribe of Thracians were planning on making an attack on the tree, because they were afraid that the magic came from the devil and they needed to defeat the evil. With their ships, they sailed south and managed to reach the continent where the tree was located. Fortunately, someone spotted the Thracians and sent a letter to DrThestral to inform him about the upcoming threat. DrThestral managed to get some people with him to the tree to defend it and managed to reach it just in time. A long and bloody battle followed, and the Thracians were forced to give up some territory, but after they regrouped, they fought back and the tables were slowly turning. But when all hope seemed lost, the tree gave us one last blessing before it would be quiet for a very long time.
From the leaves rose a magnificent creature. It had ginormous, aqua colored wings and a long, but beautiful tail. The creature was covered in tiny shields, which all had the same color as the wings. It was a dragon. Along with the dragon, which would later be known as Falkor, the Magical Democracy managed to push back the Thracians to the sea, where they would flee to their own land. While the Magical Democracy stopped at the sea, Falkor wanted more. He flew after the Thracians, and the Magical Democracy saw both of them disappear at the horizon. Neither have ever been seen again.
After the battle, the Magical Democracy built a wall around the magical tree to protect it, and everyone agreed that there would never be fighting again on the ground where so many lives were lost. Today, this land is known as our capital city: Spellbound.
The people of Spellbound managed to live like this for over 18 months. During these months, the magic thrived. It helped the people of the Magical Democracy to build wonderful homes, create magnificent things, taught them amazing new skills. Life was good. But slowly, the magic started to fade. The homes became less stable, the things people created suddenly didn’t work anymore, and there were fewer and fewer people who could master the skills once so easily obtained. The citizens started to worry, what if the magic suddenly stopped existing? What would happen to all the achievements we’ve made for over one and a half years? Would they also stop to exist?
The people took these questions to DrThestral, who had been researching ancient texts to see if he could find a reason for the situation. Up to this point, he was unsuccessful. He tried to calm down the people of the Magical Democracy, but their worries were too big. For this reason, DrThestral had to make a drastic decision. They have to find the source. The place all the magic sprouted from. The magical tree in Spellbound couldn’t have been the only one, right? It has to have an origin. Slowly but surely, a plan began to form in his head. He knows that the magic doesn’t see borders, but it sees people with the same beliefs. How else would it have spread through all of Spellbound? The tree wasn’t the origin, it was the people, the people who believed that through trust and hard work, anything can be achieved. With this in mind, DrThestral and the citizen of the Magical Democracy began their journey, three months after the magic began to fade and 21 months after the battle of Spellbound. They have to go somewhere where they can reshape Spellbound into something new, something better and hope that the magic returns to them.
But where would they find a place like that? If I was a magical tree, where would I be? This was what bothered DrThestral the most, the uncertainty of them ever finding a place to execute his plans. But it didn’t matter, they just had to find a place like that. They had to. But DrThestral did have an idea for where to look. So the citizens packed their things, said their goodbyes, and then they left. They set sail across the endless blue of the Thracian Sea and headed North, trying to find Falkor.