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Once upon a time, in a country far, far away. Thievery and crime grew rampant as the Lords were unable to do anything about it. The selfish lords and ladies held lavish parties, completed with food enough to feed a family of five for an entire month, just to show off their wealth while the Famine reigned and the townspeople were starving, but they did not care, for money was power and power was everything. The narrow minded nobility gave nary a thought about the brewing catastrophe as they immersed themselves in their games and tea parties. Little did they know the townspeople were on the verge of a revolt. Just one small nudge in the wrong direction and this precarious and brittle dam would come crashing down...

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In this land ravaged by disaster and corruption, a tiny little queen sat on top. A young girl of only age 14. At her side stood a boy, a servant of yellow and blue. Eyes that glimmered like the deepest seas and hair that shone like the finest silks, he bore an uncanny resemblance to his queen. The queen sat, perched on her raised throne, cruelty twisting in the depths of her cornflower eyes. A smooth white hand continuously moved, the waving of the fan looking like that of a proud peacock-and to most of the townspeople, that was all she was. The queen had a pride, said to be as impressive yet deadly as any man. Any who opposed her was silenced, their body mysteriously turning up torn apart in the depths of the night. Thus is the reason why the people lived in fear for a great many years. However, a storm is brewing and the winds are blowing unfavourably for the fragile damsel. The sands of time have begun moving...

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