Everyone has a story. It can vary from a folk lore passed down from generation to generation, to a little gossip story told about another person to ruin their reputation. Everyone has a story. And what you are about to hear is someone's story. No, not one someone, two someones. A boy and girl. In love.

A forbidden romance, if you will. A love that could never be. You've read stories before of this concept, but once you hear this tale, you'll never cast eyes at Romeo and Juliet ever again.

Our story begins in a small country, nearly unknown. It's name is the Ville of Bay, but everyone just calls it Bay.

This is home to many strange, and unusual people. There are gypsies, tramps, theives, the rich, the poor, the holy, and the unholy.

There is a group of theives in paticular, called the Theives Guild and they made nice with a rival family called the Assassains Guild, a group of assassains.

The Theives Guild and the Assassains Guild have been rival families for centuraries, so both guild leaders, Jean-Luc LeBeau and Maurice Boudreaux decided that a truce was meant to be made to end the bloodshed that was their fued. LeBeau's adopted son, Remy, and Boudreaux's daughter, BellaDonna, were set up for an arranged marriage.

Both would betrothe at the age of 18.

The two guilds decided that with their new truce and with the combining of the two families, that they wanted power. Not just the power they already had with their own seperate guilds; but full blown royalty privilages.

The royal family, D'Ancanto, was a family every looked up to. King Owen had ruled all of Bay in a repectful and civil manner. He would help as much as he could to the poor and sick. There was no slavery of any sort. With him ruling, Bay was a very peaceful country.

He was a man, most men would both respect and envy. He had a beautiful wife, Priscilla, who loved him and a beautiful baby girl of two named Anna Marie.

One snowy, winter night, fortune teller Ireene comes by with an urgant message for the king.

"Sire! I have horrible news!" Ireene's voice echoed throughout the large hallways of the king's large castle.

King Owen got up from his thrown and walked over to her, to calm her. "What is it, Ireene?"

"I had a vison that tonight you will be envaded by marauders!" Ireene hastily informed the king.

The king chuckled lightly, "Ireene, there is nothing to worry about. My knights will protect us."

"With all due respect, my lord, I am afraid to tell you that they won't."

"Ireene calm down, please."

"Sire, my visions have never been wrong before and I highly doubt that they would start now."

"Ireene-" The king was cut off by shouting.

"What the devil..." He turned around and saw one of his servants running to him.

"Sire, sire! We have intruders! I don't think we can hold them off!" The servant yelled.

The king's eyes went wide, then he sighed. "Paul, get Knight Logan."

"But sir-"

"Get knight Logan." The king said more sternly. The knight gulped, nodded, then ran off.

"God help us all." The king sighed.

Ireene rubbed her temples and moaned. Then she suddenly gasped, "Sire, you must run now!"

"I am not running away like a coward."

"But-"

"Ireene, if I die, I'll die in battle for my loved ones."

"But you don't understand-" Ireene was cut off by knight Logan.

"Sire, what is it?" Logan asked.

"Logan, I want you to find my wife and daughter and rush them to safety."

"Yes, sir. Right away." With that Logan rushed off.

"Sir?" Ireene asked. "What is it you're thinking?"

Owen just looked straight ahead sternly and sighed, "Paul, fetch my my sword."