Once upon a time across the vast, moving waters of the Pacific Ocean there was the small island of Altheria, wild, free, quiet, uninhibited undiscovered. . . until now. The dreadful pirates from the western coast of the Indian Ocean were sailing their boats in the Pacific. Tragically, a massive storm surrounded their ship, tossing and turning it like a toy boat in a raging bathtub full of choppy waters. They shipwrecked unto a small island. The captain of the ship was the first to step into the land. It was lush and green, full of fruit. Basically...... wild and free. The captain was in awe of this enchanting island and claimed it for his own. He named the island after his precious little daughter, Altheria. Well, centuries past, the lands all around were being conquered and explored. One of the great French explorers of the day in 1517 discovered this island and claimed it for France. From that a small kingdom was born. Years later, the island fought France and gain their own independence. The kingdom grew larger and larger until it grew into a massive kingdom that wasn't a force to be reckon with. However, the Dark kingdom, a much bigger island than Altheria was always jealous of its national wealth and power, but that's not important right now. Let me take you to the place where this story began.
If you look up, you can see a cliff-like hill with the castle sitting tall and grand on the hill. If you follow the stone pathway away from the castle you will reach a large village with beautiful buildings full of hustle and bustle from the booming businesses. Walking down one of those streets was a gorgeous woman with long, shiny brown hair with sun-given highlights that was pulled back into a side bun revealing her sparking bright green eyes.
In her arms was bags of products that she had brought that cool, crisp spring morning. Skipping alongside her was her adorable little four year little girl with the most gorgeous, sparking set of green eyes on any child. Her eyes sparkled as she danced around her mother her cute little white dress spinning around her. Her brown with sun-given blond highlights hair bounce with glee all round the sweet innocence face of a child shone with the radiance like a princess.
Yes, in her parents eyes , that little bundle of joy in their lives was in fact, a princess. It wasn't for her looks. Oh no. Beauty was only a extra gift that her Creator made her with. What was so special about this little one was her heart. No one has never seen such a pure heart which belong to that child alone. Of course she wasn't perfect, no one is, but she was good. A rare jewel that only an amazing Creator with an defined design could have made. Anyway, they were walking down the street. As noted before, the little girl was skipping around her mother laughing with glee.