It was a hot summer day. The sun was brightly shining in the cloudless sky-
-The picture stops moving.-
"Ouch!... Okay okay."
-The image flickered and when it became clear again it showed a different landscape. It started moving again.-
It was a warm day in the middle of August. If you looked up you could see white clouds drifting along with the summer breeze. The sun was going down. As it reached the edge of the horizon it painted the mountains in a deep red colour. In the distance you could-
-Again... The picture stops it's movements-
"Hey! That hurts. Stop it Regina!!!"
"I'm bored!"
"I don't care if you're bored, the readers need to be able to see the scenery in front of their eyes"
"But it's boring~"
"We need these parts in the story"
"No we don't need them Rebecca"
"Yes we do"
"Both of you stop it, what will the readers think of us?!"
"Sorry Renalda"
"Continue"
"As I was saying..."
-The image continues moving-
In the distance you could see a small village with - almost magical looking - small houses. In this exact village is where our story stars. Here in one of these tiny residences lived our main characters Fiora Brūchwïl. She was an average hight, black haired, girl. But the thing that actually caught the onlookers interest was the fact that she had slightly glowing purple eyes. That was because in this country other than that of the royal family no one had purple eyes. And that was a pretty interesting fact seeing as Fiora never in her 16 years of being alive has ever met the royal family or even set a foot outside their village....
