BeckTinker21

[DEVIATION] In a grand castle at the northern side of the forest, a young prince about twelve years old sat in a chair, staring at a table covered in scrolls, and listening to his teacher. "History of the Northern Kingdoms," said the boy's tutor. "Prince Piccolo, if you'll please recite-" "I already did," the young prince muttered. "Then perhaps the laws of-" "I already know those, too! I learned them yesterday." The boy slumped over, resting his face in his hand. Just then, the boy's mother, the queen, walked in. "Now, Piccolo, your lessons are important, son." She said both calmly and firmly. The boy sighed. He leaned back, turning his head and glancing out the window at the forest on the other side of the wall. When his lessons were finally over, he stood up and walked over to his mother. "Mother, I'd like to go explore the forest," he announced. The queen shook her head. "You know your father doesn't want you going out there. The forest is dangerous and not a place for

[DEVIATION] After being kidnapped by the wolf and raccoon, Pinocchio and Pinocchia sat tied up with thick ropes inside a wooden crate bolted to the back of a rattling wagon, with Iron bars covering the crate's windows, and a heavy padlock secured the door. The wagon bounced over every bump in the road. [DEVIATION] "Brother, I'm scared," Pinocchia cried. "Where are they taking us?" "I don't know, Sis," Pinocchio muttered. "But it can't be anyplace good." At the front of the wagon sat the wolf wearing a coat and cap and holding the reins. Beside him was the raccoon with sharp eyes and a crooked grin. "Quiet back there, you brats!" The Raccoon yelled, glancing back at the crate. "Doesn't matter if they're quiet," The wolf chuckled. "The Collector will be pleased either way." Pinocchia exchanged a worried look with her brother. "What are they talking about? Who is the Collector?" "Never heard of them, but I don't like the sound of it." The wagon continued through the darkness as

[DEVIATION] After being kidnapped by the wolf and raccoon, Pinocchio and Pinocchia sat tied up with thick ropes inside a wooden crate bolted to the back of a rattling wagon, with Iron bars covering the crate's windows, and a heavy padlock secured the door. The wagon bounced over every bump in the road. [DEVIATION] "Brother, I'm scared," Pinocchia cried. "Where are they taking us?" "I don't know, Sis," Pinocchio muttered. "But it can't be anyplace good." At the front of the wagon sat the wolf wearing a coat and cap and holding the reins. Beside him was the raccoon with sharp eyes and a crooked grin. "Quiet back there, you brats!" The Raccoon yelled, glancing back at the crate. "Doesn't matter if they're quiet," The wolf chuckled. "The Collector will be pleased either way." Pinocchia exchanged a worried look with her brother. "What are they talking about? Who is the Collector?" "Never heard of them, but I don't like the sound of it." The wagon continued through the darkness as