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theAmanda wrote:
We write down our history to learn from our mistakes. We document it all, in form of images, sketches and in writing. There is probably no other creature like us who are so obsessed with history than mankind. How is it then that we still, despite all the effort, not learnt us anything from it? The same mistakes happen all the time in exactly the same pattern. It was time to take history into human kinds own hands. With Dark and Light Magic combined the Book of History was created together with the Ink of Truth and the Pen of Decision. Everything that was written in the Book was law, no nature force could break this law. The only pen that could write in the Book was the Pen of Decision. The only Ink that the Book would approve was the Ink of Truth.
Two families were given the duty to protect each object and after a century the Book of History the book must be moved to another hidden place. But as the years passed the object became a temptation. The familj with the Dark Magic background became royalites and to truly rule the world, the Crown Prince and the holder of the Pen of Decision searches for the holder of the Ink of Truth. The only information he has is the tattoo on the back the object give the holders and to narrow his search... He invites the town to his celebrationparty. Where, she, the holder of the Ink of Truth had to attend. The problem was, she didnt know it was she who was the holder. The Ink had been hidden into a necklace that had went down for generations. How would the Crown Prince find the holder of the Ink? What would he do if he found it? What would she do?
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Crown Prince, holder of the Pen och Decision - modiest
Holder of the Ink of Truth - theAmanda
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Today was a special day for everyone in the country. It was the 29th of Feburary which meant two things: It was a leap year and also the Crown Princes birthday. It was a big celebration that had preparations made months before. Calista had been sketching on sketching flower arrangments for weeks and searched far were the most beautiful flowers were growing. She hadn't sleeped for days, it wasn't easy to be in charge of the decorations to the biggest celebration the society has ever seen and Calista knew - if it wasn't the biggest and the most impressing decoration then she could kiss her head goodbye. She was however calm now. She was proud of her work. Calista Aicen stood now down in the kitchen were the staff were running around like crazy to finnish the meal that was calculated to be ready in two hours. The ball would start in half an hour.
"Are you sure that you have everything under control, mama? I don't need to attend the ball, I can help you here instead." Her mother looked her at the same time as she was holding a hot pot of steaming water. Her mother gave her a look that she better be quiet. Calista tried to insist again but it was like talking to a wall. She sighed, thanked her mother then excused herself. She was going to attend the ball... well. Watch the ball at least. The kitchen were under the castle where the royal family lived, on the backside were the wall were attached to the castle. This was becuase of it was easier to transport groceries and at the same time have high security. In the wall did it exsist a restroom for the kitchen staff. It wasn't anything special, a few chairs, a fireplace and a table. Calista walked in there and sat down at one of the chairs. The room didn't have any windows. What would she had done to get into the ballroom? Yes, everyone was invited but you couldn't walk in there if you didn't have the right clothing... which Calista didn't. Calista picked upp a few flowers that was leftovers from the decoration inside the throneroom. White roses, high quality. Was this their destiny? Was this her desitny? She heard a few steps after her. Her mother.
"What are you doing, aren't you supposed to be in the kitchen? You have so much to do and the.."
"I think that every girl deserves to feel like a princess." Her mother looked around the room, searching for something special. In a box she picked up that was hidden in the fireplace, she took up a dress.
We write down our history to learn from our mistakes. We document it all, in form of images, sketches and in writing. There is probably no other creature like us who are so obsessed with history than mankind. How is it then that we still, despite all the effort, not learnt us anything from it? The same mistakes happen all the time in exactly the same pattern. It was time to take history into human kinds own hands. With Dark and Light Magic combined the Book of History was created together with the Ink of Truth and the Pen of Decision. Everything that was written in the Book was law, no nature force could break this law. The only pen that could write in the Book was the Pen of Decision. The only Ink that the Book would approve was the Ink of Truth.
Two families were given the duty to protect each object and after a century the Book of History the book must be moved to another hidden place. But as the years passed the object became a temptation. The familj with the Dark Magic background became royalites and to truly rule the world, the Crown Prince and the holder of the Pen of Decision searches for the holder of the Ink of Truth. The only information he has is the tattoo on the back the object give the holders and to narrow his search... He invites the town to his celebrationparty. Where, she, the holder of the Ink of Truth had to attend. The problem was, she didnt know it was she who was the holder. The Ink had been hidden into a necklace that had went down for generations. How would the Crown Prince find the holder of the Ink? What would he do if he found it? What would she do?
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Crown Prince, holder of the Pen och Decision - modiest
Holder of the Ink of Truth - theAmanda
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Today was a special day for everyone in the country. It was the 29th of Feburary which meant two things: It was a leap year and also the Crown Princes birthday. It was a big celebration that had preparations made months before. Calista had been sketching on sketching flower arrangments for weeks and searched far were the most beautiful flowers were growing. She hadn't sleeped for days, it wasn't easy to be in charge of the decorations to the biggest celebration the society has ever seen and Calista knew - if it wasn't the biggest and the most impressing decoration then she could kiss her head goodbye. She was however calm now. She was proud of her work. Calista Aicen stood now down in the kitchen were the staff were running around like crazy to finnish the meal that was calculated to be ready in two hours. The ball would start in half an hour.
"Are you sure that you have everything under control, mama? I don't need to attend the ball, I can help you here instead." Her mother looked her at the same time as she was holding a hot pot of steaming water. Her mother gave her a look that she better be quiet. Calista tried to insist again but it was like talking to a wall. She sighed, thanked her mother then excused herself. She was going to attend the ball... well. Watch the ball at least. The kitchen were under the castle where the royal family lived, on the backside were the wall were attached to the castle. This was becuase of it was easier to transport groceries and at the same time have high security. In the wall did it exsist a restroom for the kitchen staff. It wasn't anything special, a few chairs, a fireplace and a table. Calista walked in there and sat down at one of the chairs. The room didn't have any windows. What would she had done to get into the ballroom? Yes, everyone was invited but you couldn't walk in there if you didn't have the right clothing... which Calista didn't. Calista picked upp a few flowers that was leftovers from the decoration inside the throneroom. White roses, high quality. Was this their destiny? Was this her desitny? She heard a few steps after her. Her mother.
"What are you doing, aren't you supposed to be in the kitchen? You have so much to do and the.."
"I think that every girl deserves to feel like a princess." Her mother looked around the room, searching for something special. In a box she picked up that was hidden in the fireplace, she took up a dress.
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