Opal
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I would like to delete two other stories that I'm writing and really concentrate on this one and on Cartora because I really like the idea and I'd really like to keep working on this. I keep changing projects and I feel like sticking to just two. Tell me what you think when you finish reading this! Thanks!
I warn you that there is a bit of blood in this...
I warn you that there is a bit of blood in this...
Prologue
Women cried with their children hanging onto their clothes, over the dead bodies of their husbands and partners. The scene was awful- as bloody and as filthy as a slaughter house; it was horrible to see the way some men's heads rolled away from their bodies and gruesome to see the inner body parts of the other men falling out with fesh, warm blood oozing from their mouths.
The soldiers- or more like blood thirsty revenge-seekers- had left their wild mark: death. Its stench lingered in the once pure air and the buildings were stained with that dreaded red liquid. On the walls surrounding the castle were written the words: We will get it back.
The people of Kalimina lived in fear of what was going to happen to them next. They had been traumatized by horrifying sights and lived in constant mourning for their lost loved ones. For many years, terror had not reigned over them. They had lived in peace for almost a century after the last great battle. They had never suspected for such a thing to happen again so were living their simple and modest lives normally- not seeing that it was coming to them again.
The legend said that the people of Lugernham had been searching for something- an ever so valuable thing to them for many, many years but still had not been able to find it because it belonged to the peaceful kingdom Kalimina. It also said that only the royal families of the two kingdoms knew what it was and that it lay secret and valuable to their eyes. The king and queen of Kalimina, though, had greater worries than whether or not the Lugernhamers found this precious hidden secret. There was something much more valuable to their eyes and hearts: their only daughter, aged only four months old.
She was 'gifted', they said. With her smile she could enlighten hearts and was said to have special powers lost in the family for many generations. Opalite her name was, as her unique beauty resembled that of the precious stone. Opal.

