Dusk was falling as alicia climbed into her luxourious bed. With shacking fingers she pulled out the book.
She had heard tales of this book. How her grandmother and her father and mother (Great grandfather Mo and Great grandmother teresa) had lived inside the pages of the book.
She flipped through them half expecting to see them running through the pages.
Ever since her parents death, Grandma meggie refused to awnser any of the questions that alicia posed. Grandma meggie had hidden the book, and then and ordered alicia to forget all about it.
But here she was holding the one book she had never read; her fingers itching to open the cover, to emerse herself within the pages.
To jorney to the city of ombra, to see the motley folk preform, and maybe even gaze upon the prince of the motley folk himself, The black prince.
The house creaked in the wind; making alicia jump. Rain started to trace its way down her window, looking like fleshless fingers reaching out to grab her...
Alicia opened the book firmly; refusing to let herself be scard by such nonsense.
She flipped through the book, looking for a specific chapter. Maybe even a specific sentence.
Alicia finger stopped when a under-lined sentence caught her eye. Under the caption CHAPTER 13 were the words:
The Black prince.