-18 years later-

Stretching, Meg awoke to the warm sun on her skin and loud market calls outside her cottage on the hills. Next to her, her black cat, Cinder, yawned silently and switched its position, signaling to her that it would be a lazy day for him.

Tossing the bed covers back; Meg hopped out of bed and walked over to the mirror, as she always did, not because she was vain but because she considered it a routine Morning pick-me-up. To others, Meg was beautiful, but to herself, Meg was Meg. Standing in the mirror, Meg examined her curvy feminine body draped in a silver night gown. Her long red hair was tied back into one. She let it all down; falling not only in front her face but to the sides of her ears as well. The one thing Meg loved about her Celtic roots was her hair. It was so wavy yet straight. Calm yet untamed. It enhanced her face well. As for her eyes, Meg had emerald green eyes that gave a piercing stare. Boys grew nervous when flirting with her thus Meg always used it to her advantage when she found them to get annoying.

"Meg!? Are you up dear?"

At the call, Meg instantly turned towards the door.

"Coming Mother…" she replied.

Rushing to the bathroom, Meg quickly took a shower in the bath basin and slipped into her Moss green corset dress. Meg loved the corset dresses. In her opinion, it made her breasts look small, although not as small as she'd hope, as small as she could accept.

"Meg hurry up, your breakfast will get cold" her mother yelled again.

As Meg was about to leave, she realized she had forgotten something. Her Journal. Turning every piece of clothing and parchment over, Meg searched high and low for her journal.

"…Where are you?" she asked herself as she checked under her bed. Remembering her actions last night, the thought hit her like an epiphany. Meg raised up so quickly, she hit her head on the supporting boards under her bed, awakening Cinder once more. Crawling out, holding her head, Meg looked on her bed to see Cinder curl up over her grey and green Journal.

"Humph…" Meg grinned as she removed the Journal from under the sleepy Cat. Cinder paid no mind to what was occurring and continued to sleep.

Running down the staircase, Meg called out;

"Good Morning!"

"Good Morning dear!" Meg's Mother, Lucinda, replied. Laying eggs and bacon on the table, Lucinda kissed Meg on the cheek and sat at the breakfast table opposite her.

"So...Any news from the Capital?" Meg asked as she ate her breakfast.

Sipping her juice, Lucinda ignored. There was almost nothing good to discuss on relating to the Capital. It was only ever stories about the newest addition to the "Enchanted Creature" Show or the latest on the royal Family. Never anything enticing or moving or even uplifting. This kind of approach caused much Heartache to Meg.

Evansdale was the home to all sorts of life. Magical and Non-Magical. From the Frosty Mountains of the ice Kingdom to the Murky swamp lands of Black Pine forest. Everyone lived in a thriving economy of medieval technology and Magical trading along the coasts of neighboring islands. Evansdale was the Fantasy world any mother would tell her child before bed, the source of the Fairytale romance people believed in and craved for, but most of all, the land where adventures are created and blood is soaked into the soil of battlefields formed centuries ago. It was Evansdale, and lately, the news that formulated about the Capital, the heart of all power throughout Evansdale, caused much disappointment to her allies.

Sighing aloud, Lucinda dropped the daily Silver Wing newspaper and finally answered her daughter, who had already finished eating her breakfast;

"..No...Nothing of pure Interest…Just talk on Princess Gwen's 16th Birthday 'banquet "

Giggling, Meg replied annoyed, "You see...It makes absolutely no sense what's so ever, the Queen and her spoiled brat of a daughter care more about their next Social event than the well fair of their Kingdom whose shoulders they stand on! It makes me sick to think that joke runs our Evansdale"

"Hush your mouth child…you know the penalty of talking ill things about the royal family" Lucinda replied, getting up and washing the dishes.

"Yes mother…but we don't even have a formidable royal family. With the King dead and the Queen not wanting to marry…who will be the leader of our armies? Who will make Wise decisions that will be beneficial to all the villages? Look…we've already lost our alliance with the Ice Kingdom...Who knows what's next?!"

Speaking about the Kingdom's politics always created an angry blood boiling feeling within Meg. Nothing drove her more insane than when the Kingdom suffered because of a Monarch's selfishness and disloyalty.

"I don't know my dear but if you trouble yourself on these things any longer, you will be late for work…AGAIN!" Lucinda replied, squashing the argument right in its tracks. Handing Meg her satchel and kissing her on the forehead, Lucinda said goodbye to her daughter and went on about her morning house chores.

Running down the trail from her cottage to the Village center, Meg inhaled the morning air; the smell of the ocean and recently docked ships at the harbor. The fresh mountain breeze created the readiness feeling within Meg that made her long to help her village. Even though being a baker at a chocolate shop would not save the world, it would at least save the stomach from starvation as Meg would always think. Running into the Village square, Meg bumped into, swiftly passed and dodged the crowd of people that went to and from different buildings, going about their daily routines. All around her were buildings of many sizes, shapes, colors and responsibilities. Using the shortcut through the scroll shop, Meg came to the heart of the village; The Fountain of their Goddess, Taurus.

Bowing before the mighty Zodiac, Meg looked up at the Beautiful statue of Taurus and her Bull. She admired the importance and exquisite details of the Statue while listening to the water pour elegantly into the circular pool from the different cross sections.

"MEG!" an elderly voice called. Turning her gaze towards a small brown and Carmel shop on the opposite side of the Fountain area, Meg saw a short woman with grey hair, glasses and an apron on, Signaling her to come inside. Giggling, Meg followed. It was time for her to start her work at "Aunt Grace's Delightful Chocolate shop".

"Good Morning…" Meg said as she entered the store, only to be greeted by the appetite stirring smell of freshly boiled Carmel and newly made chocolate croissants accompanied by the site of many glass showcases displaying the Fresh batch of today's Chocolates.

"…You're late…again" The old woman replied quite sourly.

"I'm sorry ...I was just lost in the tranquility of life" Meg lied as she put on her apron.

"Humph….then May the Zodiacs bless you… NOW START BAKING!" Aunt Grace replied and handed Meg the wooden spoon while she waddled over to customers who had only recently entered.

Smiling, Meg headed over to her work station in the kitchen located down at the back of the shop behind the curtains. Once there, she opened her recipe book and began her day with Chocolaty delights seasoned with the funny yet slightly painful nagging of an elderly Shop owner. To herself, Meg whispered;

"Today...is gonna be a good day."