Chapter 1:
Sara,
Lima and Adrian were three children born to a royal family in the city of
Prague. It was the Renaissance era when the thirty years war led to destruction
and sheer Reformation. The kingdom
had abandoned its citizens and most of them were gypsies, known as Romanis. The curse upon the royal family
was certainly laid to eternity. Albeit the entire ruckus, the three siblings
had discovered a way to explore the wonders in the ruins of their own castle.
Sara
was the eldest of them all and fairest of them all, resembling the snow white princess.
She always was the torch-bearer of these adventurous explorations because she
had a gift; a very powerful memory of the past. Though she was just thirteen
and had just reached her puberty, metamorphosis was not only in her physique,
but in her mind as well. She’d inherited all the prerequisites of being a
queen. At five foot seven, she looked gorgeously stunning in her dress which
clearly protuberated her cleavage. Lima was the younger one, next in the line
to being the princess. Unlike Sara, Lima resembled her father who was lean and
skinny, yet had tough nerves to survive the battle of the odds all because of
his persuasive power; the king was a great negotiator. He knew to cast the
magic spell of words effectively and did it damn good to rule the entire
kingdom. Lima was such a girl; she’d mastered the craftsmanship of verbosity. She
was five foot four at the age of eight and she’d just begun to grow. Adrian was
a six year fairly resembled his mother. He was the youngest of them all and
absolutely the apple of everyone’s eyes. Sara and Lima both loved him more than
themselves and reason was heart-rending. Their mother passed away after giving
birth to Adrian, but left one thing behind as a legacy to carry on for Adrian;
DREAMS! Adrian was purely a mixture of Sara and Lima. He had a combined force
inbuilt in him right from his birth; the power to reminisce and a precognitive vision.
Sara and Lima had no idea what the world had to offer for Adrian when he would
turn ten. Some called him an illegitimate child born to a gypsy with whom the
king had courted, but the truth was something else.
The
queen; Keona, came from a gypsy family; one amongst the very own Prague
citizens. The king was dumbfounded when he saw the beautiful woman for the very
first time fifteen years ago. She was a woman who could cast a spell with her
subtle smile. Her family had an age-old profession into theatres and plays.
Apart from being a gypsy, Keona was an illusionist and a playright artist. She
constributed a lion share to keep the family tradition alive and married to the
king eventually, and blessing him with three timeless and invaluable gems. A
dark shadow was following the exuberance these three kids carried everywhere,
and it was neither the haunting memories of their mother, nor certain fear of
death in future, but the shadow was of their own souls. On their quest of
exploring the ruins of their own house, Sara found a theatre in the backyard of
the castle. Lima and Adrian followed silently dodging the debris. Sara was hit
by a sudden flash of commotion in her mind where she saw people dying under the
collapsing theatre. While she was back from the blast of the past in a fraction
of a second, the concrete of the balcony below her feet had cracked and she was
hanging to an iron rod. Lima and Adrian stared blankly, not knowing what to do.
Sara slowly loosened the grip and landed safely on the ground which was just
six inches below. Lima and Adrian rushed to the ground floor and inspected Sara
briefly. All three moved towards the washroom area which looked brightly lit and
broken to the core. While Sara and Lima were surfing through the area, they
heard Adrian shriek. When both the sisters reached Adrian, he was lying on the
floor, his head profusely bleeding and the white wall of the washroom was
crimson tinted. Adrian was unconscious, but still breathing.
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