Prologue
Once upon a time…yes, this sounds like a fairytale, does it not? A story of morals for the children, perhaps a myth for the dreamers. But let this be known straight-out before one more word of this story is told, that this is not quite a fairytale.
If someone, added elements of happiness that did not actually exist in full, then yes, this might be one. Honestly, it depends on the reader. If they believe fairytales are always filled with natural goodness in its heroes and heroines, then you will come to see that this is not one. Yet, if you look back on the oldest of the genre and believe drama, betrayal, despair, and darkness to be the elements that make up a fairytale, maybe you will see a glimmer of a fairytale in this story after all.
Regardless, this is how it began; Once upon a time, there was a young princess. A moon princess to be precise. Maria Merryweather was her name. She, however, was not always a moon princess, but that is a story for another time. A fair girl she was, almost reaching the age of womanhood.
She lived in what was known as Moonacre Valley. A gorgeous, majestic valley it was. Its inhabitants seemed to rejoice in its supply of beauty. In the valley, lived two families. The De Noirs and Merryweathers.
Their history was not as beautiful as the land they lived in. Both feuded over what is known as the Moon Pearls. After an indescribable amount of time and the help of the Moon Princess, they finally settled their pride and greed and came together. An outcome of that was one of the Merryweathers, and one of the De Noirs came together and got engaged after the whole ordeal.
All seemed well in Moonacre Valley. The birds were chirping jubilantly and each person seemed content and at peace. But sometimes, what seems well may not be always well. For there was one, one who was not jubilant. One who was not content. One who seeks revenge.
Revenge on the Moon Pearls.
But he is not to be worried about now. For now, let's sing and dance for the joyous ball being held at Moonacre Manor.