《Strings of Fate》 0. A dream. In the middle of the unlit room, was a table, a gorgeous table made of the finest materials, it seemed even master craftsmen would take decades to detail the patterns. To the sides, massive bookshelves, lined the wall, holding countless books, each resonating an air of raw knowledge. On the table, a ruby wineglass, a bottle of luxurious champagne wine. The bottle alone, made out of crystal glass, could feed an average family for three lifetimes, let alone with the hundred years of refined luxury inside. All alone in the room was a lady, sitting at the table, someone who even made the surroundings look humble. Illuminated by the moonlight shining through the windows, she was breathtakingly beautiful, wearing a Victorian-style dress that not even the most talented tailor could make. A figure of immense authority and grace, sitting at the table, absentmindedly staring at the floor while curling her hair with her right hand. As she stopped toying with her silky turquoise hair, a small portion, the lower right corner would not straighten back to normal, as she had always curled that part of her hair. Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! Her slender hands was quivering, as she reached into a drawer in her desk, pulling out a single pill. The pill was bleach white, small as a sunflower seed, but something was frightening about it. Placing the pill into her wineglass, it sat there, like a lion staring at his prey. The lady poured some crimson wine into her glass, swirling the contents as the pill dissolved in the liquid. Getting up from her seat, she walked to the window, staring out at the city beneath. With the moonlight shining on her face, she was almost ethereal with her green eyes. Her beauty, and her youth was something undreamed of. She barely looked even 20 years of age. As she stared at something beyond, a single tear, like a diamond, rolled down her cheeks. With barely a whimper, her mouth opened for one last sentence. ¡°Maybe.. Maybe we will meet again.¡± With that faintest of whispers, she brought her drink to her rose lips. ---------------------------------- Was it descriptive enough? 0.5 Details Ariel Winterharbour Date of birth: 12th May of 1809, 4th Era. Parents: Edward Winterharbour (Alive) , Elizabeth Winterharbour (Deceased) Weight: 24.3kg Eye colour: Indigo Hair colour: Platinum Height: 108cm Measurements: Seriously, why do you want the measurements of a 9 year old girl?! The only daughter of the Winterharbour Family, afflicted with insomnia ever since age 7. Edward Winterharbour Date of Birth: 19th August of 1774, 4th Era Parents: Unknown Spouse: Elizabeth Winterharbour (Deceased) Weight: 72.4kg Eye colour: Indigo Hair colour: Platinum Height: 192cm The lord of the Winterharbour Fief, the family has ruled the lands for unknown centuries. Extremely worried about his daughters health and condition Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. Lady of the Dream Date of Birth: Unknown Spouse: Unknown Weight: Unknown Eye colour: Emerald Hair colour: Black Height: 177cm An mysterious figure, far far in the past. Seen in the dreams of Ariel Winterharbour Seems to be inflicted by depression. Empress Alteria: Date of Birth: Unknown Date of Death: 22nd December of 2081, 1st Era Spouse: Unknown Weight: Unknown: Eye colour: Unknown Hair colour: Unknown Height: Unknown Led the 1st human coalition against the Black Citadel. Founded the Alterian Empire, thousands of years ago. Not much is known about her features, it seems memories faded away with her death. Oh yea, time is the same, measurements are the same, since I¡¯m too uncreative. :l 1. Ab ovo 20th July 1818, 4th Era I lifted the silk covers off my body. As daughter of a high noble, my life is pampered beyond belief. Looking at the gold-plated clock in the corner, I barely slept 2 hours before that dream. 2 years ago, when I turned 7, I since then always had that dream, repetitively, its always so terrifyingly lonely. I don¡¯t want my dad to think I¡¯m cursed, I don¡¯t want him to abandon me. I¡¯ve got nothing else like him. Slipped on my bunny fur slippers, I dragged myself to the door, panting desperately as I tried to push it open. Insomnia really takes a toll, especially on someone of my tender age of 9. ¡°Ariel! You okay? Are you feeling sick? Dad will always be here.¡± A stream of reassurances, questions, and worry streamed out, as I poked my head into the hallway. With the most determination I could put into a smile, ¡°Yes dad, I just¡­ Couldn¡¯t sleep¡­¡± ¡°Come on here, I¡¯ll stay with you tonight.¡± From the first day I could remember, he has always been there, my mother gave birth to only me, dying a few weeks later. As my dad said those words, a minister dressed in velvet merchant clothes spoke out. ¡°Sire, our lands need urgent financial matters to attend to.¡± As my dad stared at him, with eyes burning of fury like hellfire, the plump man shivered and excused himself. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. ¡°Now my dear little princess, you want dad to read you a poem again?¡± ¡°Yep! Read me the poem of Alteria? ¡°Ha, you love that don¡¯t you?¡± Leading me down the mirrored corridors, into his office, he sat me down on one of the mahogany chairs. Picking a book, worn from years of constant use, titled, ¡°Collections of Legends¡±. Using his most supple voice, he spoke with a delicate attitude. Once upon a time There was a girl in the Great Desert A dreamer, a leader, a bookworm But alas, there was a darkness Rallying the people with utmost charisma She led the fight against corruption Triumphant day after day Battle after battle She drove the them to The Black Citadel Emerging victorious She led the war stricken people Into the Green Continent Building the Alterian Empire Thousand years ago Its unexplainable, but the only time I can sleep is when I read or hear this story, a sense of greatness washes away anything else on my mind, and keeps that dream away. Before I knew it, my eyelids drooped , but not before my dad picked me up, while soothingly whispered ¡°Goodnight, my little girl, goodnight.¡±