This is a story I feel like making for the fun of it all.
There have been tales of heroic blades and knights. Of dragons being killed herocially to save a damsel in distress, so on and so forth.
What if I told you that happened exactly eleven years ago, on the new year of 1990. January 1st.
Children was being smuggled to our world, hidden in cloth and shadow.
The darkess desired the child and sent many evil creatures to find the chlid before it became strong.
A woman took the children in it's cradle and tried to sneak it into our world, when it was young. She succeeded, but in cost of her life. She teleported the children into this world, each living their lives today. Until one of them realizes that
they didn't belong into this world of mechanics and steel.
They belonged to a world of music, notes hanging in the air. Fresh air to fill and satisfy the lungs of opression. They longed for a world of fantasy, made by the heart's will.
The wish was soon to be answered.
There have been tales of heroic blades and knights. Of dragons being killed herocially to save a damsel in distress, so on and so forth.
What if I told you that happened exactly eleven years ago, on the new year of 1990. January 1st.
Children was being smuggled to our world, hidden in cloth and shadow.
The darkess desired the child and sent many evil creatures to find the chlid before it became strong.
A woman took the children in it's cradle and tried to sneak it into our world, when it was young. She succeeded, but in cost of her life. She teleported the children into this world, each living their lives today. Until one of them realizes that
they didn't belong into this world of mechanics and steel.
They belonged to a world of music, notes hanging in the air. Fresh air to fill and satisfy the lungs of opression. They longed for a world of fantasy, made by the heart's will.
The wish was soon to be answered.
