“You creak the door open. The lavish room is your sleeping quarters, all at the top of your tower. With a cozy fireplace and a bed perfect for a royal, it’s all well and good…until you see it…clear against the darkness of the night from the window…”
“On your desk, with your quill and ink among some parchment, you see a perfectly shaped piece of paper, something so…impossible here. On it…was a message…”
“It stated your name, along with the ones of your family, your father, mother, and younger sister. It was in clean and with perfect grammar in terms of written language from where you resided. However, there was one word that caught your mind, made your ears stand, and forced your eyes to widen…”
“…Traveler…”
“At the bottom right corner, you saw small rectangular pieces of oddly heavy parchment with ribbed sides…four of them. They were a dull yellow, with a light blue symbol…a circle with a diagonal line in the middle. Above was a human with long hair, facing the left, and the bottom, a dragon with teeth bared…the emblem like a stamp…”
“On the little things were symbols. With a dot on their lower right side and from left to right, they consisted of a sharp bend downwards, then a single vertical line with thing horizontal ones on top, and finally, another vertical one, but with a loop on the top that went around and connected with itself…”
“This all points to one thing…”
“Your best friend, the Traveler, invited you and your family…to…this…event…”
“So…will you accept?”
