Emma is a princess stuck in-between the battle of Voldemort and his followers. She is seventeen. She has long wavy red hair with natural blond highlights; she also has deep gleaming emerald eyes. She has perfect porcelain likeskin with rosy cheeks. She is perfectly built. She is skinny and has nice curves to match her body. But most of all, she is the first known witch among her family
Love Always, Emma
Forward: What a year. What a life, what a chaotic year. Then again… would I really take this year back? Am I that shameless… that fearless that I can just take it all back? Take back the decision I made between good and evil… right and wrong… love and lust; possibly.
The kingdom of Lunesta. Quaint, quiet, welcoming, peaceful. But that was seventeen years ago. Seventeen long years ago. Since those seventeen years have past there have been a few changes in Lunesta's way of life. Poverty, self righteousness, and religious battles have now ailed this once beautiful kingdom. It only gets better from here. Eighteen years ago, there was a large celebration. A celebration larger than that of the gathering of glee (a holiday that happens but once a year, celebrating the love and happiness of life). It was all for a little princess by the name of Emmrixtial Luna Telipin Princess of Lunesta. But I prefer to be called Emma.
If you ask the village of Lunesta, they will tell you that my birth caused all of the horrible evil risings and sacrilegious gatherings in the world. For I am the cursed and burdened one. I am the first of my kingdom to be found as a witch. 'One with the gift of getting whatever I want, and being able to change reality' as my father would say.
When I was born is the day that the man they call the 'Dark Lord' rose into power. He killed and tortured people like me. I believe they call people of non magical parents' mudbloods. Apparently it is a sinister and cruel thing to call someone of that decent. Eventually this man was defeated by a mere baby of the age one.
Recently to my family's extreme dismay, he who most not be named has risen to power once again. Our entire kingdom is on high alert and the strongest castle guards are always just outside of my room. That is why I am starting these journal entries diary, I am being held like a prisoner in my corridor… my only place I have to myself.