Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, and also the first chapter, it probably sounds really stupid but I hope you guys like it cause I am trying to get better at my writing skills, see y'all in the mythology aisle.
A/N: So this is supposed to take place in like medieval times but it's like somewhat magical and stuff but there is no pencils so when I say quill I basically mean a pencil
~ TGMA
Kingdoms are often tricky. Some people believe kingdoms are like armies, strong and together. Others believe that it's like a pyramid, it's really an onion.
An onion has layers, each one different but together fitting so perfectly they make up a whole. Some most different than others. But, is the biggest ring so different compared to the smallest? Is there such a difference between the rings that they can never meet? Perhaps so...but this kingdom does not meet expectations…
We start the story in two different houses, two very different stories, two different time-frames. We start with the elder.
Emilia Jane Rose, born February 17th at 11:34 AM. She sat in her crib giving a happy goo and staring with her large brown eyes at the symbol of the kingdom, a Music note crossed with a quill.
Her father picked her out of the crib and smiled at her, "Princess Emilia..." She wiggled her hand out of the blanket she was wrapped in and her tiny pale hand booped his nose. She giggled, her laugh echoing through the castle.
All of a sudden the gentle happiness was replaced with silent annoyance as a woman voice was heard from down the hall complaining about a guard sleeping on the job. The small smile on the king's face was replaced with annoyance.
The king sighed and put the newborn down in her crib. He turned around to have a conversation with the queen about the guard, although to his reluctance. They stepped out of the room, leaving the newborn baby in her crib. A window was open and a golden feather with a tinge of turquoise on the end landed on the baby.
A baby by the name of Maria Helen Blackwood was born May 3rd at 3:20 AM. The wiggled around in her mother's arms. The baby trying to get a better perspective of the world.
The mother smiled at her newborn, noticing her very dark brown hair and coal black eyes. The girls father walked closer to the bed to get a good look at her. He smiled, the baby copying him and smiling right back.
The mother sighed deeply feeling tired and fell asleep. The baby girls father took her out of the mother's arms and set her in the crib near the open window. He left the room and closed the door to let the mother sleep. A feather with the main color of turquoise and the end feathers dipped in gold landing softly next to the girl.
~LYG