Introduction
This is a world far, far different from ours. Where the laws of nature, gravity, and matter mean nothing. People here do the impossible every day - fly, float, breathe under water... All things ordinary humans dream of, but are unable to do so without the aid of machinery. There was no such thing as fantasy and imagination here, for it was fantasy and imagination incarnate. Little was left for the mind to pioneer, but there was much laid out for the eye to see. This was a place where the lands were as vast as the races of people. Meadows of shadows, oceans of acid, valleys of broken dreams and forests made of bone. Fields of flowers, mountains of sweets, caverns of gold and deserts of silver. Witches, warlocks, elves, dwarfs, dragons, pixies, fairies, shape shifters, snow people, fire starters, angels and demons... And that was just the start of them all.
This was the world of Fairytale, inhabited by the people called FairyTales.
They were governed by 13 kingdoms, with nothing but the number they were given to name them. One, Two, Three, Four, and so on and so forth until Thirteen. This gave them the name of 'The Numbers'. Most of them worked differently. For example, One worked like a republic, whereas Two was military run. Six was a monarchy, and Eleven... Well, Eleven was survival of the fittest. There were no laws there. Each had their respective leaders, and each had their respective customs. None of them were the same, yet none of them were different. They were all sane, yet crazy. Abnormally beautiful, yet atrociously ugly.
This was a paradoxical world.
But, as it is in all worlds, there was a legend, a myth, a fable... a fantasy in the world of fantasies.
Number Fourteen.
Short as freaking Hell, I know. :/
-Monkey