Prologue...
For twenty years, she neglected the thoughts that had taken over her subconscious mind. Letting the vigorous words squander until they were no more.
It was only up until now in which she realised what she was doing. Why ignore the creative flow that is set to generate the mind? This simple thought galvanized her for many days and for many nights, an excursion in the hope of victory.
Then one afternoon when the blue moon could be seen from the lower tower of the east wing, for the first time in her long-winded life she picked out the quill, which had, lay forgotten at the bottom of the draw and began to write the vivid notions down on dog-eared paper.
Her mind floated; freely back into the dreamscape that she had starved for two decades. She did not know it, however while the ink ran thick the young enchantress became the wordsmith she once was. Binding the world together and turning it carefully into a once upon a time…