AlchemicKitten

Listen up, and listen well, as we tell our tale. You may have heard it sung by the minstrels, the stories of how we changed the world. Still, we ask you to listen as we tell it, with our own words. There are many people involved that helped us on our journey, most of them, the songs tell nothing of. Most of what happened has been lost between truth and myth, a legend shrouded in mystery. Some call us heroes, other know what we’ve done. Some say it was necessary, others say we went too far. To think we could change the world so much… Listen up, and listen well. Part one – BloodStanzi: Let me introduce myself: my name is Constanze Hildethru...

Loony curled up in the comfy armchair and placed her laptop on her lap. She took the time to check her hair in the reflection in the glossy screen before she turned it on. Calmly she summoned the image of the scene she was going to write. It was more lividly than a fresh memory burned into her mind. She opened a blank document in her text-editor and started to write. Frist her finger flew over the keyboard, but after only typing one paragraph her fingers slowed to a crawl, then stopped completely after pressing “enter”. She gave a heavy sigh and opened a new document, but left it alone. Instead she opened spreadsheet instead. Slowly and me...