Dawn of the ?? Day
There is the sudden noise of feather against paper as lines are scribbled out furiously, and then it begins to gain a rhythm.
No, no, no! Who starts a chapter like that? Not me! What shall we do with these new characters added into the story line hmm…. Yes I have a few ideas. Welcome to my story, where there will be no stupid time keeping. Every line must be written with care if this is to be an excellent addition to the collection. Will it be a comedy? Or perhaps haha, a tragedy! Now I know you aren’t particularly happy about this take over, and your ‘friends’ probably have no idea what I have in store for them but that’s part of the fun! Now that I am in control, this will be the best chapter of them all. Trust me, sit back in that chair and rest your fingers from the darkened keys. Don’t worry about the words appearing before you, simply enjoy them as we take a detour into my domain.
Sincerely,
Grimm
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Prologue:
Once upon a time there was a land named Dranlor where many magic creatures lived in peace and harmony. Dragons, fairies, noble knights, princesses of far off kingdoms, and many creatures of imaginings hold a place here in the land of Dranlor. For hundreds of years this had been the case until the fateful day that the ‘Nothing’ appeared.
It started off slow, people began to forget simple things at first, and then they started to act erratically until such a point that they began to unravel into what was called the unwritten. The first known kingdom to be fully unwritten was the frog kingdom and his monarch. The kingdom falling into ruin and chaos as the years went by until all at once it disappeared from the land all together.
Thrown into a panic, many creatures of Dranlor fled to other lands to get away from the affects, but soon was realized there was no seeming rhythm or reason as creatures from all over began to gain the telltale sign of text upon their body as they were slowly unwritten. The once safe roads have become perilous as the order of the land is now ill maintained, and facing the end of existence many flock to larger cities or take advantage of those less fortunate.
During this chaos the Wicked Witch has given rise to a reshaping, turning those who seek her out into a twisted form of what they used to be but saving them from the nothing. Her Kingdom in the Darkwood has sent forces to assault one of the last safe bastions that the Nothing has yet to touch. Starlight.
The Mayor of Starlight, Thomas McDoogle has sent messengers far and wide for anyone who might know something to drive back the Nothing or the minions being raised by the Wicked Witch. The Rainbow knight was the last one to accept this quest and has not been seen from since. Despite these happenings hope still remains that someone will come along as in days long past, and save Starlight.
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The Big Bad Wolf & Little Red
The day had gone bad. Nothing unusual there for the Big Bad Wolf. Everyone seemed to mistake her for a guy, and just because an ancestor somewhere down the line blew down a straw house or two didn’t mean we were all bad. So what if there might be a few unexplained disappearances of young children around wolfs. It was only natural. That isn’t where the story begins however; right now the blasted things were flying in the air shooting down with small bows from the sky. The Big Bad Wolf had made a sort of bet with the wrong person. Creature. Honestly it had just been a simple turn of phrase but a deal was a deal. And nobody ever broke deals. Especially not with the Granite Rockfeller. Promising to leave the fancy bar ‘when pigs fly’ was just about the worst mistake ever.
A lucky arrow flies out piercing the back of the BBW slamming pain through her shoulder. “That one’s payback for throwing Timmy in the well!”
Meanwhile down the road a young girl in a red hood walked along with her chaperone. An older gentleman dressed up for some unknown occasion, walked alongside her as they were slowly on a collision course with the Big Bad Wolf and its Pig tormentors. The man looked down at his hand seemingly confused for a moment and then he seems to notice the cloths he is in and stops walking for a moment.
“Really? A hook for a hand?” asked the man with a deep gravelly voice. A voice that would sound familiar to little red since it had been in her head for quite some time. His gaze passes over to his companion for a moment and upon seeing her small statue he bursts out laughing. “And here I thought I had it bad…. What is in the basket?”
About this time the BBW catches up with you two as the Flying Pigs fire another volley of arrows narrowly missing BBW. “This is Nightmare food. Back wolf!” shouts the man drawing a rapier which he looks at begrudgingly for a moment before pointing it towards the wolf lady.
“Kill him!” yells the flying pigs as they seem to stop firing and float in place for the moment.
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Prince Charming and his Magic Steed:
Things weren’t looking up for Prince Charming his quest for the Candy Sword had taken him all over the lands of Dranlor, just as foretold in the cupcake sprinkles but they had yet to find decent lead. Him and his stead had spoken at length about their next destination and it had been decided they would go at last to Starlight where the Magic Steed believed the Infinite Library might contain the must needed knowledge.
The journey had dragged on long, causing them to pass through villages completely empty or with people starting to unravel. The stamina of a centaur however allowed the journey even with the burdened weight of full plate worn by Prince Charming to go smoothly and quickly. At last they were coming through one of the last stops on the way to Starlight when they saw two old men pulling sickles on a scholarly man.
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The Man of Two Faces:
Going about you’re normal routine carrying a box worth of vials on your back this appeared to be another normal day with your intended destination of Starlight close at hand. The box of vials on your back, the only thing that kept you sane in the last few years was starting to run low. Pixie dust mixed with the ground of powder of a unicorn horn. Well you had already killed the unicorn and you just needed to make it to Starlight before your last ration ran out. Downing the last vial you feel the smooth and sweet liquid pour down your throat as the Beast began to subside once again into a restful slumber.
Tossing the vial carelessly behind you, there is a voice the cries out and you turn to see an old man with a dripping red cap behind you, along with one other. He seems familiar somehow, as if you had met him in another life.
“What the Fuck. Are you stalking me? That’s it you twit, I’m going to carve you up really good. Ain’t no Minister around to stop me this time,” says the man as he first rubs his head and then draws a sickle on you.
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The Pixie and the Sleep Princess:
The Pixie was woken up by a ruckus. A large rabbit wearing cloths was rushing around and throwing things about the room looking for something. “We’re late!” he states as he finally finds what he was looking for putting the monocle on his eye. “Ah there you are!” He seems to finally notice the Pixie and grabs for her before putting her in his front pocket and then begins to scamper off. In the haze of sleepiness the Pixie barely gets her orientation before it is all over the place once more.
“I don’t know why you insist on being invisible all the time, and sleeping in until noon!” says the quirky rabbit as he stops to itch his ear suddenly, making a thumping sound before continuing on the way through the streets of Starlight. The city as usual was lit by a bright light at the highest point seemingly to hold a star upon the tip top of a tower. “Now we are going to be meeting someone very important today so you’ll have to get over your shyness and say hello to one of the princesses. As I told you yesterday never look her directly in the eye.”
The rabbit continues to talk to the Pixie all the way to the tower listing instructions. Meanwhile in the tower a servant wearing a thick veil enters in the room of the Sleep Princess looking firmly down in what seems like supplication. “The Rabbit known as Peter has arrived with the special guest. He offers her services in the quest against the Wicked Witch and is ready when you are through the door on the right. And Princess… please be careful. Pixies are known for being fickle.”
With that the servant leaves the room, leaving only the Sleep Princess and her beloved who remains calmly sleeping on the bed. As he had for the many years since she had looked him in the eyes. None knew why Sir Jamis the Blackened had become so affected by her gaze when most woke up mere moments later. There was silence but for his soft breathing.