Our story starts in the way most stories start, with a loss.
I am afraid that this makes our story very unoriginal, but I have no say in who lives and dies for I am just the story teller not the creator.
Now, in your mind, go back a few hundred years to a time of kings and castles, of quests and magic. Are you there? Good.
Imagine a village. It is fairly decent in size and the villagers are pleasant most of the time. In this village, imagine there lives a baker. Every day, the baker does the same thing.
First, the baker will get up at the crack of dawn and open his little shop. He will then spend the majority of the day kneading dough and baking bread. He will then sell most of that day's work and earn a decent wage. Then when the sun begins to set he will leave his shop with two loaves of bread. One loaf he will trade with the butcher for a slab of meat and the other he will take to his family.
Once in his little home at the edge of town, he will kiss each of his daughters on the tips of their heads and then he will ask his oldest, "How is she?"
The girl will just sadly shake her head and then begin to cook the meat on the fire she has prepared. The baker will then move to sit by his sick wife's bed and he will stay that way for the rest of the night.
One day though, the baker's routine will change.
He will work for most of the day until worry over his sick wife overtakes him. Then he will stop by the blacksmith's and buy a cart before racing home to his family.
He will then load his sick wife into the cart and leave his 11 year old daughter behind to watch over the shop and he will stick his six year old in the cart with her mother. Then he will hand his daughter a bucket of water and instructions to continually wet her mother's brow and to tell him if she goes.
The baker now will drag the cart all the way to the great kingdom of Camelot to the court physician.
I know that you may want to hear that the physician was able to heal the baker's sick wife and their family lived happily ever after, but that is not the case.
But it does not matter, for this is not the story of the baker, but of his youngest daughter and this moment, when her father takes her and her mother to Camelot, is the one that will shape the rest of her life.