The king has fallen, a great battle lost to those who were jealous of
the power that the sire held, it was dark times not one of the many people were
happy with what had happened while they were surely at the mercy of it all, the
war was ferocious guns on all sides some fighting for the King to prevent the fall
of their rein while others fought for money as the visionary they thought
was working for a better world fed them nothing but bile filled lies, between
those who were good and those who are vengeful and greedy the only to survive
would be that of the greedy, to their own demise towards a world they were led
to believe would be better but in fact the opposite would be true.
The two sides were ultimately right in both of their actions but only one side
had the hind sight of what the future could hold, the king and queen were both
good and noble they wanted prosperity for their kingdom and the lands that made
up their world, it was a different world today, today you would see a dystopia
of ash and ruin. All former grandeur dismantled, left to rust, and ruin, the
joys that the people once had privilege to gone and forgotten. Museum artifacts
of what was now stood as the last monuments to a world of joy turned to pain
and hardship. However, to what caused this is widely known but the people
of this nation had no say of how to find peace, the perpetrators of this were
vicious and venomous. The last of the royal line from the sire was still alive
but hidden from the world in a way that no one but the royals themselves could
know. The vicious ruler Casein was such a tyrant, consumed by greed, wealth and
anything that could be obtained in only the way a ruler would wish, ultimate
control.
A simple carriage driver would pull his pouch of coins from his pocket to count
what was left from the crumbs of his work, he would find one coin and a handful
of buttons, that is what it had come to, the people would pay each other in
buttons because having any coins would make on wealthy but fear of losing their
own money would mean at all costs they would avoid paying for anything with it,
often bartering for clothing, lying, stealing from one another the whole time
Casein would collect any coins he would know about, if in the right mood would
allow his servants, more like slaves to keep a penny or two for themselves
giving them incentive to get more, often taking from the poor, gullible and
naive of the kingdom. A poor beggar woman would sit on the street in tears her
belly so empty that she was nothing more than a skeleton of which most would
ignore since their own pain would be just as great, the people were not strong
enough to fight for what they really believed was right, fair or how they
wished they had never in their wildest memories given into Casein, for he never
cared if they were to starve or beg or peal for relief, Casein care for one
thing, more, to own everything, to not share and to not think. The only relief
was the daily show, the gallows, each day the wardens would patrol the streets
for just one more person, that poor beggar woman, they took her like they had taken
her family, lifting from under the arms, forcing her to walk to her own demise,
there was nothing she could do even if she had a last hope to do it, too weak,
too hungry, in some ways she would pray for the release of torment that was her
life, no family for they had gone before her.
Long ago, she was a fit woman with family, friends, she used to run the local
bakery, happy, joyful with all that she could do, she did it well, this was
while the King and his rule was still in power, the only irk that the people
would have is that they wanted progress where progress wasn't much more then
entertainment needs, the world used to be good, healthy, people were strong and
needed not more then there was to give, it was a happy nation with all the
prosperity that one could want or imagine possible, the woman herself was
respected and loved in the deepest sense of the meaning of being loves, there
were no tears to be shed for having not but water. If only the people had
realized that their perils were materialistic, as for now, they were of need.
Not superficial need, but actual lustre for need of the simplest of things such
as shelter, food, water, clean garments. Of course one would be forgiven to
think that this was brought on by their own doing, but could you in clear
conscience let one starve to the point that a person could not walk for their
muscles were that under nourished that the simple act of standing up would be
impossible.
The King and Queen were a long lived dynasty of people, they were wealthy but
not greedy, their family released thousands of years before the conflict that
to have a healthy nation they needed to share their own wealth, the people knew
their monarchs to the greatest extent that could be known, until the last
living Sire on the throne of the kingdom separated himself and his family, his
father had tried to tell the King the importance of keeping well known and
liked, but to this it was ignored, the King believed himself better than his
father, more intelligent, more righteous but also with greater naivety then his
father, alienating his people to some degree, the monarch was not that of being
in the right place at the right time, it was one of which the people themselves
chose their leaders, alas through the passage of time this was lost the King
arrogant but pleasant, the Queen softer but supportive of her husband
ultimately lead to their own destruction and the destruction of their world.
Not like they would have actively been greedy but by casting their people aside
like a second race of beings creating a great amount of respect in some but
animosity among the others, this is how Casein seceded in winning control of
the people. Casein had always been bitter of the Royals much like his family
had been, with eyes only for wealth and power, but did pay attention to how the
monarch had gained power to begin with, the shear act of mimicry of the Kings
father would be enough to win the favour of the people.
This is how it all began, the jester became the new power, and the old
destroyed all but the two sons of the King, though it widely believed that they
had perished with their mother and father, for how could two babies survive the
serge on the palace. Taken they were to the archway, the gateway between the
two worlds by their mother’s cousin, the people had no idea and nor would
Casein ever discover this cover up, the only safety left to the royals and
their succession of their family would have the children taken before the great
fight that would finish the king and his wife. To young were the boys to even
speak, while the two boys themselves were the reason for the battle Casein
pushed the public to revolt before the next generation could take power over
their world, it was a rush, their aunt and uncle in great fear under cover of disguise
took the boys to the archway in the dead of night the day before the battle
would begin.
The other side of the archway would be a wooden land they knew not more then it
a way to get away from their own world, many would travel the archway to escape
prison, the death punishment or to find those who had already went through. Up
a short path beyond the archway from the wood was a small town named Little
Cannock.
The towns folk of little Cannock were simple if humble people, just an ordinary
little Welsh town stepped in history, tradition, legends of dragons and more to
the point could play rugby and sing like they were the only two worthwhile
things to be going on with. Always walking a little to close to the clearing by
the edge of the trees, they all had decided in the small town of little Cannock
not to go into the nearby woods, because strange things would often happen
inside, this had gone on for centuries, to the point that the folklore and myth
had built up enough that should anyone venture into the woods, no one was ever
sure if anyone had ever came back.
Kids would often dare each other to go into the woods as some sort of challenge
to see if the rumors were true or not, but the reality is. That they were,
about twice every decade someone would vanish, whether young or old, often dog
walkers who had decided that the woods were an ideal place to take their canine
companions for a nice long scenic walk. Most of them new to the area or had
dubbed the rumors as nothing more than superstitious none sense, much like the
witch hunts any centuries before, which by a matter of fact no one then had dis
proven then either, just the matter that events themselves had ceased to occur.
Mrs Henley was a kind and thoughtful woman in contrast to her aggressive argumentative
husband David, it was a wonder how the two had ended up married, most of the
locals and neighbours simply assumed that they counter balanced each other and
she might have been the only one who saw his softer side, which by all accounts
from herself and the children all four seemed to greatly agree, bar when Mrs
Henley was out of sight and earshot when Mr Henley was left alone with the
twins and the other two children Richard and Julia took great pride in watching
their father torment the twins, out of spite or jealousy one really couldn't be
entirely sure.
The day was sparse where the weather was a crisp dry heat, one of those
mornings that you wake up and wonder if it's midday, the triples were working
early on the walking man rig a giant walking iron puppet that is designed to
harvest the fields one of thousands in the nation on of Sydon.
It was a cold start with a bit of a frost on this winter Thursday morning. The
mother was booking a table at the local restaurant just the day before going to
the cinema. Talking on the phone to all her friends including her mother,
finding out that one of the grandchildren of one of the friends is pregnant for
the first time.
The Henleys and the twins.
As evolution and folklore would have it ever perfect and ever-changing time is
a fragmented change generation by generation, only pausing in time by time to
end one line whereas to allow another to continue. Three girls playing on the
farm nearby the woods at the edge of the town playing with sticks like swords,
unlike other little girls these three didn't have a love for pink or dolls or
cleaning, they loved to be muddy little squirts playing with frogs, pretending
to be pirates also often enjoying being capped in mud while knee deep in grime,
if one were to only watch from a distance you would be forgiven for thinking
that they were boys, but not in this world of Sydon. Where one woods ends
another opens up, a passage between two realms and this is where our story
begins.
The towns folk of little Cannock were simple if humble people, just an ordinary
little Welsh town stepped in history, tradition, legends of dragons and more to
the point could play rugby and sing like they were the only two worthwhile
things to be going on with. Always walking a little to close to the clearing by
the edge of the trees, they all had decided in the small town of little Cannock
not to go into the nearby woods, because strange things would often happen
inside, this had gone on for centuries, to the point that the folklore and myth
had built up enough that should anyone venture into the woods, no one was ever
sure if anyone had ever came back.
Kids would often dare each other to go into the woods as some sort of challenge
to see if the rumours were true or not, but the reality is. That they were,
about twice every decade someone would vanish, whether young or old, often dog
walkers who had decided that the woods were an ideal place to take their canine
companions for a nice long scenic walk. Most of them new to the area or had dubbed
the rumours as nothing more than superstitious none sense, much like the witch
hunts any centuries before, which by a matter of fact no one then had disproven
then either, just the matter that events themselves had ceased to occur.
It was a grey miserable day when the twins had woken up Thomas was always an
early riser, with his fine blond hair and tainted green aqua eyes it was often
assumed that he was a nice angelic sort of child, though much to the contrary
which his sister Elizabeth had known all to well. Both of the children had been
adopted and this was well known to the both of them as their foster mother and
father would take great care to highlight how different the two blond children
were in contrast to their own dark haired children, how proper their own blood
must be in contradiction to the two "stray cats" that they had found
on their doorstep many years before as Mr Henley would delight in retailing to
his own two children when Mrs Harriet Henley was out of ear shot and couldn't
reprimand him for lack of tact over the fact that the children they had taken
in couldn't help that they were left.
Mrs Henley was a kind and thoughtful woman in contrast to her aggressive
argumentative husband David, it was a wonder how the two had ended up married,
most of the locals and neighbours simply assumed that they counter balanced
each other and she might have been the only one who saw his softer side, which
by all accounts from herself and the children all four seemed to greatly agree,
bar when Mrs Henley was out of sight and earshot when Mr Henley was left alone
with the twins and the other two children Richard and Julia took great pride in
watching their father torment the twins, out of spite or jealousy one really
couldn't be entirely sure.
The day was sparse where the weather was a crisp dry heat, one of those
mornings that you wake up and wonder if it's midday, the triples were working
early on the walking man rig a giant walking iron puppet that is designed to
harvest the fields one of thousands in the nation on of Sydon.
It was a cold start with a bit of a frost on this winter Thursday morning. The
mother was booking a table at the local restaurant just the day before going to
the cinema. Talking on the phone to all her friends including her mother,
finding out that one of the grandchildren of one of the friends is pregnant for
the first time.
Matilda can’t have been more than 19 years old when she found out that she was
expecting the new-born.
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