In a distant land, a kingdom, feared for its unfair rule and trade, sat in a vast valley of hills and vegitation. The villagers walk the streets with their loved ones close by, in fear of lossing them in the crowded streets. Shops are open to all the fine folk nor poor, and the lights grew dim from the mist laying heavily on the grass and dew. Houses grew and settle into the stomping of horses and the heavy streets, with the lights flickering off and on inside the dull rooms.
Though, all of the people have one thing of their own too do, they never notice how the castle that sits on a hill, never grows silent. Inside was always bright and sunny, for one reason that gone in a flash. A figure was always their, looking down upon their townfolk and superiors. A smile is never gone from their face, and a quick wave was never too uncommon.
No one knows what has happened to that darling face and beauty, but its never was shown again after a newcomer was brought into the world. Silent screams caam apparent for the hour, then it suddenly died down. To the suprise of the common folk, they watched in anxiety, hoping to see them and their charming bright smile and happiness their missing.
Sadly, it never came.
The one that they hoped had smiled, was gone.
By their own infant.
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Necklace, glowing bright with gold and silver at each bead. Nothing can compare with its richest and history.