Unknown to those who live in Forget-Me-Not Valley, even to those who'd been making it their home for years, deep in a cavern hidden away within the darkest chambers of the area's mine lays a slumbering girl. She was a young princess, or rather there had been a time where she was one.
Her name is Keira.
Long ago she was the fair princess of a powerful kingdom that's authority stretched even farther than anyone could've hoped to imagine. The valley sat near its outer limits beside the ocean, empty, and then without a name. Considered by many of her subjects to be the fairest in all the land she found herself capturing the attention of most the regions eligible bachelors, many who had come simply with hopes of catching just the faintest sound of her voice. It was said to be like that of a siren's where even a single word was more than enough to put even the most committed man under her spell.
In a cruel and ironic twist of fate, however, she was the one who eventually fell victim to a curse.
On a night that had felt like any other Keira wound up finding herself in the presence of a witch within her very own private chamber. Before she could even do so much as to shriek in terror the sorceress managed to snatch her very voice right from her body with just the wave of her hand. The last memory Keira had of the surface was simply watching in horror as her assailant cast them both into a black shadow as their fiery red eyes seemed to burn with an intense hatred for her.
That was centuries ago.
Now her family, subjects, and kingdom were all but a distant memory. Her new kingdom to preside over was now the prison of stone far below the surface she was now trapped in. Where she was specifically, if she actually was somewhere, was a complete mystery. Her tormentor wasn't without a sense of mercy though as they were kind enough to grant her the possession of both a bed and a small black notepad that were contained within the room as well.
Perhaps its intended purpose, she initially attempted to use the notebook as a means to try and keep track of how much time had passed based on her best estimate but as days seemed to turn into weeks and weeks into months she quickly stopped. The grim reality that she could indeed be trapped for all eternity was only creeping up on her faster. She always carried the small hope that someday a handsome knight in shining armor would arrive to rescue her and break down the walls of her cell that prevented her escape to the outside world but even her heart knew the odds practically none.
The witch had also been courteous enough to allow her to live without the need of food and water but that appeared to be the limit of her generosity in regards to her health. At first she had been able to move about the small cavern without any trouble at all but now she was lucky if she could take more than two steps before collapsing; without any sort of nourishment she found herself growing weaker each day. She didn't mind being confined to her bed though as now it was the only thing that could provide her comfort. When she lay asleep in bed she was able to dream of whatever she wanted. She could dream about past memories of her family, her knight on his way to rescue her but more importantly, she could dream of the surface world that still sat above her.