"Once a story could entwine and engross a reader with mystic tales of faraway lands, if it were worth retelling it was told again and again. But now we live in a time where the romance has all but dispersed. We live on without decorum or respectability, is your life worth living if it is so trivial? Well my children, this is a story about something greater than that.
This is a story about love.
True love, everlasting love, the kind you would die for, defy all odds for. 'Once upon a time' has been used far too many times. The meaning widdled away to nothing more than four words spoken or on a page.
The majestic power of words dates far further back than any of our history books kept locked up in the national archives. It is in the spoken tongue our true history is remembered, it is what we remember that shows the true supremacy.
The decisions you make now shall echo across eternity, longer than 'Till death do us part.' Your influences are larger than you believe to be so.
So to conclude, my children, a story, a story about love, everlasting and empowering, for those who have never believed in magic. If this is not what you want to hear, then leave now. I have no patience for those with contempt for the beauty of truth."
The old withered lady said as she leaned back of the chair, rocking slightly, her emaciated hands, wrinkled, were in her lap and her thinning grey hair sat, almost sadly, dirty and unkempt, her grey drew matched her in a way, grey and gritted with dirt. Unloved she sat telling them, us, about the ways of life. This is where our belief began. Or rather our stories began.
"Here is a story about Lady Audrey. A beauty which is almost unbelievable…." Her withered voice washed over us and we sat, absorbed and immersed in a world, so unlike our own.
This is just an intro, the actual chapters are far longer. Thanks for reading…