This day was a day Prestoria would never forget. It was a day the world would never forget. The day had been marked as a day of evil and destruction. It caused a great imbalance in the world; a day that almost lopsided the universe.
The evil of one King’s heart infected his daughter but the legendary princess of Prestoria will not let anything stop her from completing her mission in life.
Though it may only be the tale of two kingdoms, it was also a tale of a young girl. It marked the beginning of her story and the beginning of her journey in life. The day marked the baby girl’s destiny and this was how the story began…
Once upon the tale of a girl, in a faraway beautiful kingdom, everyone knows today as Prestoria. A long time before now, the kingdom used to be a deserted land. There was nothing in the land but sand and trees, a century after, the place became one of the best when it came to anything and everything, and it was filled with amazing people.
People from around the world always went to Prestoria because they knew it was a land of goodwill as it had the best of everything. Prestoria flowed with milk and honey. It was governed by a befitting and loyal king.
Prestoria had more than enough food for its people, the people here were nice, friendly, and rich people who helped one another, making the Kingdom raised higher than others.
Prestoria was one of the richest kingdoms in their continent and it was because of how the King ruled them. Everyone in this land was happy and fulfilled. There was no need to cry, feel pain, sorrow, or regret in such a wonderful land because the rate of evil was very low.
People had no reason to commit crimes when they had everything they would always want—food, shelter, comfort, happiness—unlike the world today where most people care about no one but themselves.
Everything was going well in Prestoria and this favored both the rulers, followers, and nearby kingdoms.
The land was a lively one with roads full of horses and carriages, busy pedestrians, hawkers, shops, and stalls filled with provisions and necessities. Life in Prestoria was the kind of life any normal person would want.
The land was so busy because merchants and successful businessmen came to Prestoria to buy and sell. They knew if they sold in Prestoria, they were going to make a lot of money than anywhere else and if they bought goods from Prestoria, they would save a lot of money and still get the best.
The King everyone knows as King Rutherford was married to a wonderful wife of his choice. He was not like the other greedy kings that married ten to twenty wives. He chose one, and a very sincere and beautiful woman too.
People of other lands called Prestoria the blessed land because it was a place everyone wanted to be in. Prestoria was a kingdom of five million people. A year after their marriage, Queen Joanne became pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.
There was so much joy in the kingdom and the parents’ happiness knew no bounds. A grand ball was coordinated to celebrate the birth of their princess, the heir to the throne of their blessed kingdom. Great and well-respected individuals from all around the world attended the ball.
It was such a grand ball because the heir of the all-mighty Prestoria had been born.
It was a splendid party indeed. The King and Queen treasured and cherished their daughter more than anything else the world had provided them. They took care of her dearly. Nothing was more precious than their beautiful and wonderful daughter.No ruby or jewels and diamonds and pearls were as precious as their beautiful darling daughter.The princess was protected, nourished, and loved by everyone in the kingdom. She was the heir to the throne of Prestoria and must be protected all her life to lead the kingdom in the future. Prestoria was a great and happy kingdom everyone loved but…not everyone was happy about this.Not everyone can be happy and satisfied with the success of others, that’s how this world works.In another nearby kingdom called Pintraid, was ruled by a wicked and tyrant king. The evil King was the cause of the failure of Pintraid. He terrorized his citizens, caused pain and there was nothing but sheddi
Before he knew it, he was at the diamond river. He caught his breath and took three seconds to look around him, nothing to be seen, except grasses and the reflection of the moon on the freshwater.He wasn’t sure whether casting a spell so dangerous and complicated was a good idea. If he made a mistake or misspelled it, it might have some great consequences but for Prestoria and…the princess.There was a tight smile on her face and it made him a little comforted. He took a second to sigh and placed the princess in a waterproof raffia-made-basket on the river. He waved his hands closing his eyes. Full concentration was all he needed but with what was going around. It would be almost impossible for such a thing.But still, he did the spell, waving his hands as purple light trickled down his fingers. His eyes turned pure black and his hair flew and surrounded him like rays of the sun.He repeated these words twice before losing
Fifteen years was a long time from when Prestoria was destroyed but the beautiful kingdom was still there, somewhere out there in an unknown land. Prestoria was out there hiding…She heard something at her window. It was a knocking voice but yet annoying and graceful. She didn’t want to wake up but now that she was awake, she couldn’t sleep back.She rubbed her eyes yawning ferociously, letting out her horrible morning breath to the atmosphere. She walked to the window with heavy feet, wondering what was making the noise.She got there to see a bluebird. It was very small and had a cute orange beak. Angela smiled happily at the bird. She wanted to open the rotten window door to play with it a bit but it flew away in fear.Coward. She thought rubbing her eyes. Every day was the same for her but today she had this other feeling she couldn’t understand. She tried to understand and interpret the feeling but nothing came to
Her parents were too nice but she wasn’t. If she can’t get the pancakes the easy way, she will do it the hard way.“It should not be that hard. I will just tell mama a thief ambushed me and took the pancakes from me,” Angela said to herself smiling. “Yes, that is exactly what I will tell them,” she added nodding her head.She didn’t need to walk far, all she had to do was get somewhere comfortable and begin eating her pancakes. Her mother only made the amazing strawberry pancakes on special occasions like birthdays, wedding anniversaries, and celebrations or if something special was happening.Those days were always her favorite. There was nothing more amazing than her mother’s pancakes. She could wear pants for the rest of her life if she had to. She hated pants so much. Why wear something uncomfortable and…pinchy.Pants were for men. They should be the ones wearing them not women.
Hi, wonderful readers. This is Cinderevie and I want to congratulate you for finish reading chapter four of RP, that's a great achievement.If you're a reader that's interested to see what happens next you've got to know these about RP #1...- It's in first person. Most young readers are not used to this but I want you to know that in the remaining series, it'll be in first person. So what's my reason for doing this? It's a very detailed and conjoined explanation of different people's POVs that's all merged together. I think it's wonderful to be able to read many thoughts at once. It's faster and RP is a long tale. If I wrote in first person, it will be less exciting. This is the first series of a book, it has to be spazzy!- Do you know what I love about series, you get to have a better experience with the characters and watch them grow. It's the same here. It's gonna be a series with five books. RP, Building Prestoria, Ruling Prestoria... Watch out for them.
“Really he likes this thing,” the mean girl said as Angela’s face turned from blushing to anger.“Can someone please tell me who this…” Angela would have said some vulgar words but she decided against it. Her parents taught her to always be nice to people even though the people were not nice to her. She didn’t think it would be that hard but it needed a lot of self-control to be nice to the evil girl. “…girl is?”“You better shut your trap!”“Hey Kale be nice,” Miles warned her angrily as she scoffed.She walked closer to Angela, eyeing her from head to toe. She was short—probably nine—and for her to be close to Angela and eye her from head to toe. It would take a lot of head straining.“So this is the girl you like?”“Shut up! Okay everyone shut up!” Miles screamed, giving Angela a quick smile.“
Why did she feel like that, what was it? She didn’t understand the feeling. She had never felt something like that in her life. It was a mixture of happiness and attraction. What could it be? She thought.She came back to life when everyone hugged her tightly. Even if she had amnesia, she would never forget this day. It was going to be the most memorable day of her life.Her quince-era…but she didn’t know what it meant, what it would do to her. She thought her life couldn’t get any better but it was just beginning.***Miles sat on the wet moss-filled chair with his hands clenched together, resting on the three-legged table that used the wall as support. There was nothing on the table except the empty bag that once had pancakes in them. Luckily they were able to get a few bites of it before Kale could devour it all.His knuckles had turned white from all the clenching. There was a candle placed on the ti
“I do not think we should?” Isabella’s tone was sad. It was foreign for Angela to hear or see her mother sad. Her mother hadn’t been sad for a long time. To say the truth, she had never truly seen her sad. Hearing her sad tone was giving her a weird feeling in her stomach. It wasn’t the butterfly effect but more like bats fighting in her stomach. “She is our child and ours alone.” “How can you say such a thing?” her father said softly but angrily. His voice was hard but yet soft. He seemed annoyed by something. Were they fighting? Angela had never seen them physically fighting before, though they had arguments and she liked neither. Fighting was always something she dreaded. Seeing people fight was something she hated. Her parents barely fought. The last time they fought was five years ago when her father left the house for two days and didn’t come back until the morning after. Isabella was very angry demanding where he went but he did