Young Writers Society

The castle looked magnificent when you looked at it from outside. It was by no means as large as any of the other castles in Velekrikorn ,yet it was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. It was painted in a soft golden color and it had scarlet roses growing on its walls. There was a vast garden stretching out before it ,full of rose bushes ,red roses .They were favorites of countess Alia Catherine Shenrik ,the widow who lived there with her adolescent daughter ,countess Scarlet Anne Shenrik.

To the countess ,nothing was more important than her daughter’s welfare in life and with the not too feministic views she had ,it was no wonder she thought there was no other way but to marry her daughter off to someone rich. Her life had been controlled by her parents for most of the time and she had certain unshakable ideas about life and her meaning into it. When Alia was a young ,not just young but an astoundingly beautiful lady her parents thought that the beauty their daughter possessed would help them climb up in society. It wasn’t long after her introduction to the King’s court that Count Shenrik had approached her. Two months later they were married. For the young countess it was no more than a marriage of convenience .For the count ,it was anything but convenience. He was ,like many other young men ,enchanted by her beauty.

By the time the count had realized how shallow his wife was, she had already given him a daughter. Scarlet Anne was a beautiful young baby, that somewhat bonded the troubled couple. In the years to come ,they learned to love each other truly ,his intelligence evening out her beauty ,so it was a huge blow to the countess when her husband died suddenly and unexpectedly. The cause is still unknown, although many believe it to be a suicide.

It was that day that she swore to fulfill her husband’s desire ,she believed it to be his last. He wanted Scarlet to marry someone with the rank of a duke or higher. She would do it no matter what .

Everyone in the nearby village knew that story well ,yet everyone admired the beauty of the castle and it’s mistresses and everyone wished they could be them.

To sixteen year old Scarlet the castle had been more of a prison cell than anything else for two years now. Her mom had made her fate quite clear and nothing Scarlet would say would shake her mum’s ludicrous ideas away. She tried ,in vain to explain to her mum how there was no way her mum could make her do anything she didn’t want to , and that her fate had already been decided by herself ,she was going to find the book.

It was a mystical treasure , with empty pages that were said to posses a power to no measure. It was said that once a person wrote a wish in it ,no matter what that wish might be ,that wish will most certainly came true. However , only one person had been known to have written in the book. His desire had been for people to learn of the book ,to know that exists and it had happened. The legend said that people all over Velekrikorn heard the strange ,mystical voice that seemed to echo all over the lands : The desire has been fulfilled ,the book has been found ,the book of the impossible is not just a legend ,not just a legend ,I repeat ,Sir Rion has found it and made it useful. The book will remain here to serve the brave .” – Nothing is known of the man’s fate after that .Only the fact that the book is still there is known and people have set out on dangerous journeys. The casualties were many . No one has returned . Everyone has been looking in vain ,but Scarlet knew that it was her destiny ,her fate. The instant she heard about the book she felt a need ,no that wasn’t the right word ,she felt a craving to find it. It was vital for her to find it. Nothing would stop her. No amount of persuasions were enough to make her give up. It was like she was bound to the book ,like her whole being was centered around it for the rest of her life and nothing else mattered.