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We begin our story in the land of Candania. It was a large kingdom, ruled over by King Wilbur. Candania consisted of the castle in which the King and his son, Prince Willy resided in. About an hour's travel away from the castle, was Sweetstown. It's where the common folk and businesses of Candania resided. Then finally, we have the Grand Forest. Barely anyone ventured out into the grand forest, unless it was for hunting or gathering purposes.
Though, there was a family who made their home in the forest. The Bucket family had lived in a cottage. It wasn't the biggest cottage, but they called it home.
The Buckets consisted of married couple Nathaniel and Hellena Bucket. Nathaniel was an adventurous man. He'd frequently find himself on travels, sailing across the seas. He'd discovered many wonderful places on his journeys and would always tell his wife of the wonders he's seen. And he always promised that one day, he'd take her on a trip.
While Nathaniel went on his adventures, Hellena stayed within the cottage. She took up baking and gardening to keep herself occupied while her husband was away.
One day, Nathaniel had returned home to find that his wife was with a child. It was a beautiful baby girl. She was named Rosalie, but was called Rose for short.
But Rose wouldn't be the only child that Nathaniel and Hellena would have. Fourteen years later, they welcomed another child. A son, who went by the name of Charlie.
Yes, the Buckets were a happy family. But, where there is happiness, tragedy will follow.
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Hellena had become terribly sick. Nathaniel and Rose knew that she wouldn't be getting any better. And Charlie, well, he was too young to understand what was happening. Nathaniel and Rose did everything they could to make Hellena's final days comfortable.
Then came the day she finally passed away. At least now she was at peace. The Buckets mourned their loss but knew that Hellena would want them to move on.
And Nathaniel eventually did. He came home from one of his journeys with a woman on his arms. Her name was Avonmora. She was beautiful. Her raven hair flowed freely down her back. Her skin was pale but flawless. Her eyes were an almost dark grey. Her lips painted a blood red colour. And she had cheekbones and a jawline so sharp, you could almost cut yourself on them.
