Once upon a time, in a far, far away realm, there were an evil dark-hair King and a bad blond Queen who gave birth, strangely enough, to a tiny lovely red-hair child. She grew up to become a Fairy Loving Mistress.
However, she did not hold a normal magic wand.
Her magic was given through a very special riding crop, disguised as a mighty sword...
One day, she heard voices about a talented story-teller who was living beyond the oceans and asked for her Father's sentinels to enquire who that mysterious story-teller was and why he was deemed to be so extraordinary.
Special couriers were sent all over the New World to look for him and report their finds directly to the Princess. The first messenger who would succeed in bringing her reliable information was promised a special reward: he would be allowed to kiss the Princess's feet.
Those who would dare come back without any result, knew they were to be chained in the deepest dungeon and ceaselessly whipped by the Princess with her mighty, magic riding crop.
A group (made of the most valiant couriers of the Realm) set off to the four directions of the known World.
Each had received a miniature painting of the Princess to hold as a good-luck charm. They also were instructed to show it, should they be absolutely sure that the Story-Teller they met was The One... to lure him into the Princess's castle.
After months and months of impatient wait - during which her servants, pages, ladies-in-waiting and more or less everyone in the realm had to endure her bad temper
news reached the castle that one of the couriers had come ashore, from the Western Lands, with information and was riding as fast as his mount could bear it, to bring it to his Princess.
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