Magic in the Museum

Prologue

Once upon a time in a world, a world that was so unlike our own, that they lived in a castle. The castle was surrounded by huge, stone walls that looked as though they could never be destroyed.

And in this world, in the dead of night when the stars were shining gold, and the silver moon was high up in the sky, it was silent.

The silence was like a blanket on the castle. If there was a sound it would never be heard. The sound of the mice squeaking in the sewers, the neighing of the horses in the stables, and the snores of the people of the castle went unheard by the blackness of the night.

That was until a scream hit the crisp night air. The scream though, was not a scream of agonising pain, it was one of an infant as it hits the cold air for the first time.

The sound was new life being brought into the castle. A life in which was very precious and would bring many joys.

One other sound was only heard. Only one person could hear this sound, it was a sound not loud enough for human ears to pick up.

It was the sound was the ripping of human life as it was torn from its body. The soul dying, the heart trying to take in blood. The lungs clawing at the chest, burning with its need to get rid of its carbon dioxide and be refilled with oxygen.

That night, the one that had been broken by a scream would go down in history. It was the night the princess was born, and the night the queen died.

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