The Chronicles Of Deephaven
Far beyond the reach of the Human World lay the enchanted realm of Deephaven. The citizens of that realm were considered mere fantasy in the Human World. But in Deephaven they lived and thrived. Not all of them followed the stories written in the Human World but most did. Hardly anyone from Deephaven was really aware of the Human World. They knew of it of course but they didn't really think about it as no one had ever crossed.
Deephaven was made up mostly islands. There was the Kingdom Islands, islands that were made up of a single kingdom. There were originally 7 but one island, while it still stood, was nothing but ruins as it had been attacked nearly 20 years ago and the royal family supposedly perished, though some believed the youngest princess, an infant at the time had been spirited away; some say to the Human World and others say to one of the other islands. Then there was the normal islands like Haven Island. Haven Island was the main Island and any time the Kingdom Islands called a council, Haven was where they would go.
Then there was the Hidden Islands like the Islands of the Guardians and Neverland. These Islands were hard to get to unless you knew how.
Various smaller islands were scattered about and were often uninhabited or used for supplies.
The realm was generally peaceful, as long as one did not incite the wrath of one of the villains on Villains Vale. Very few ever went there and those who did were never seen again.
About 20 years ago, a basket washed up on shore of Haven Island near the village of Montressor. Soldiers from the fort saw it and upon inspection, a baby girl was found inside, alive and healthy. There was nothing in the basket to give any sort of clue as to where she came from. All she had were the blankets she was swaddled in, a necklace with a blue stone and a scrap of paper bearing the name Helene Robinson. Not knowing what to do, they took the child to Lao Shi who was the Village head.
Mrs. Hawkins who ran the local inn decided to take the baby home and raise her. There was much speculation about this foundling child but after time went on, it began to die down and Helene was just another citizen of their town. About 5 years passed and Mrs. Hawkins gave birth to a boy, Jim.
Little Helene Hawkins loved her brother dearly and watched over him while their mother ran the inn. The two were practically inseparable and it wasn't uncommon for their mother to find them under Jim's sheets reading a book together. When Jim was 12 and Helene was 17, Mr. Hawkins left and never came back.
Jim was heartbroken and began to act out. Their mother was running the inn all by herself with Helene working in the kitchens and as a waitress, often running deliveries. Helene tried to help out as much as she could and try to be there for Jim but it didn't seem to be enough. She knew her brother was hurting she just didn't know what to do.
Life wasn't too terrible. The Inn brought in a steady income as people came and went, Helene was quite known for her cooking as well as beauty and she worked long and hard. They had help though. Helene's best friend, Lillian, or Lili worked at the inn as a maid. So between the 3 of them they kept the inn going.
Jim often dreamed of a life beyond Montressor and Helene would often find him on the roof of the inn staring out over the sea. She too longed to see what the world had to offer but she knew her duty was to her mother.
The times passed and there was a hint of change in the air. No one knew what it meant but it had people on edge. For good or bad no one knew. But there were times when the winds of the North blew that brought promise of adventure and make one's spirit soar. And that's where our story begins.