Five young girls sat on the floor around Queen Serenity looking up intently waiting for what she had to say. Two of the girls could have been twins with her long blonde hair along with the girl with short blue hair, the girl with her chestnut hair in a ponytail and the girl with hair as dark as a raven’s wing were the protectors of the young blonde girl with her hair in two buns and streaming down her back in two ribbons. To the young blonde, Princess Serenity, the four girls around her were not merely her protectors but were her dearest friends.
“I know you have heard this tale many times in your young lives,” Queen Serenity told the young girls picking up a large book.
“You never needed a book to tell the story before mama,” Serenity said.
Her mother smiled. “I know dear but I want to tell you the real story now that you are old enough.”
“The real story?” Questioned duchess Minako, Serenity’s look a like.