Chara filled the air with words, crafting a story from the page for the prince alone to hear. Stories of a long-bygone age, one they didn’t truly know, made up on the spot. Reading was a challenge, but they had always had their way with words, like a snakecharmer, drawing out the serpent and making it dance, seducing an unaware audience.



A story of a time when Monsters and Humans were friends, and lived freely on the surface. . . Of a Prophcey detailing an Angel that would descend, and free them all from the Underground.



Oh, how young, innocent children will never know. . . To know they will set in motion the exact events that will bring both sides of that age-old Prophecy into being. . .



But for now, innocent, sweet minds will dream, and others will sing, and the world is at peace, below the Mountain oh-so-green. Where young dreamers venture to but never return, rainbow colors contained all in a row.