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Rated: 13+ · Interactive · Fantasy · #870483
A princess is to be well behaved, not out on some treasure hunt with the stable boy.
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Isabelle led him to the nearest bench, and Andrew limped behind her. Nobody knew where, when, or why Andrew had gotten the wound, But it was the gossip of the groomers and chambermaids on where he got it.
she sat down eagerly, and he pulled her in to one of his breath-taking adventures...
"There was a time when peace owned the earth, where there was no war, death, disease, or pain. everyone was happy, and they all understood that nothing was to gain by hatred or betrayal, and riches were not invented yet. THis is before Aswell stole the hearts of men."
"He delighted in the sufferings of others, but he couldn't get to this people. they did not understand his whisperings of betrayal and hatred, for they had not been invented yet. so, he designed a way to get his chaos into the world."
"The Medallion," Isabelle whispered. Andrew nodded.
"He fashioned a medallion that was so beautiful, anyone would kill to get it."
"Which started greed." Isabelle said.
"Then he found a man powerful enough to weild it."
"Which started jealousy."
"Then the man felt power, which is a dangerous feeling to feel..."
"For it sparks selfishness."
Andrew smiled. "See? you know this one already!"
"Oh, please go on!" she begged.
Andrew sighed. "so he decided that no one would get to his power. stealing gold and precious silvers, he made sure that the people were too poor to rebel."
"Wich started starvation, disease, and death," Isabelle commented.
"he has a dragon, Aswell's creation, to guard his treasure, nver daring to spend it."
Andrew smiled. "And no one has dared to aproach it yet."
Isabelle thought for a while, and said, "who was the man who weilded the Medalion?"
Andrew paused, then whispered, "Radigan, the man your father has been fighting for all of these years."
Isabelle, sighed and stared up at the stars. she couldn't go a day without hearing his name."
"Come, my lady. we must go."
In the bushes behind them, Daniel smiled, dreaming.

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