THE FORLORN PRINCESS 

“Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

(Dylan Thomas)

Prologue 

There once was a castle on top of a steep granite mountain, towering over a small kingdom in a corner of a forgotten world.

And there was a princess living in that castle, of frail beauty with raven black hair and eyes  the colour of the night sky.

She had a father, a kind and caring king. And a mother of the same fragile beauty who helped him diligently with the state's affairs when she was not doting on her daughter.

The kingdom was thriving until another power laid their eyes on it. 

The Church of Light let their shine wander over the kingdom and claimed it theirs. 

The king and queen were deemed servants of a demonic force, they said. The castle is the gate to the hellish realm. To end their evil deeds they must be locked away and the castle be sealed.

The king and queen became political prisoners but the princess was left behind. Alone.

As a tool to keep the royal couple under control, the Church said.

Nobody knows what happened to her in the end. 

The castle is still shut and sealed. The once flourishing kingdom now in ruins.