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Acknowledgements by: Silverfenrir, Crescent Kat, Emily Freeman, Ruth Kargus, Phil Allan, Carmen Wheir, Angela Otto, Mrs. Richardson, Mrs. Lane, Sue Heartman, Phillip Milligan, Mr. Dillany, the Bible, and Madison Andres
*The Beginning of Oblivion*

Epilogue
There is a world that is not so different than our earth. But on this world, animals and creatures we deemed as a myth come to life in a world called Serophia. This legendary land is divided by races. One of wolves, another of Lions and a wide array mystifying creatures. This is also a world of magic. This place is where the natives of this land can conjure demons and other abominations that are forsaken and dispelled in this world. This is the story of many people, and they all share a roll in this particular tale. If you do not enjoy letting you’re mind wander and allowing you’re imagination to give you a diverse view of how the story is told, then this is a tale for another day for you, dear child. The story begins with a woman who’s name is Diana Lionheart.

Ch.1 Diana
I was wandering through the village market to give company to the poor .I am Princess
Diana Lionheart, heir to the throne of King Jude. My father, as powerful as he is, is
Gravely ill. The priests inform me that he will not have much longer in this world. This
morsel information is very worrying. I do not have any husband to aid me to rule the throne. The People of this town were so irrational, they were easy to anger and were quick to act. I would have to earn their trust before they could accept me as ruler. I met an elderly woman and she quickly snapped at me as I tried to assist her when she dropped her coin case. “Get your filthy hands off my cold, thief! Guards! Guards! Help me! Thief!” she cried in a shrill voice that seemed to outlast her old body. Maybe I should start with the children,” I thought, “they could spread my reputation around the town and get more people like their parents to like me. That will work like a charm!”
While I was conversing with a little wolf girl named Klara, who was a sweet and warm hearted as the sun itself, and I couldn’t help but hear a woman beckoning and mercilessly beating a small wolf kin child. I felt my self say out loud “Leave him alone. He’s just a child.”
The woman angrily glared at me and, as I glanced at the child, I saw a strange collar on his neck. A slave collar was tightly noosed around his fragile neck, exposing the veins going past his throat, and a heavy chain was connected to the collar to insure that he would not escape. The woman stormed to me and scolded me “And just who do you think you are, you twit? I’ll tell you. You’re nobody! A nobody who might not even have a name! You’re not some princess who can do whatever you want. So if I were you, I’d keep my trap shut and mind my own business! Got it?!?!” I grew enraged. I shot back “WELL, for your information, I’m not you. And just so you know, I just happen to be Princess Diana Lionheart. So do you really want to get back in my face knowing the information I just gave you?” The woman was in shock. “Give me the boy and be on you’re way.” I said in a cold and dangerous tone, for I was known to be patient, but my temper could be as wild and unpredictable as a wildfire in the summer solstice. “No. I bought this slave with my own money. So get your own!” the woman shot back. “Fine. We’ll do this the hard way…Guards!” I yelled out. The guards were patrolling the market streets for rioters, which daily reek havoc and discord. “Seize this woman for an attempt of assault on myself and a child.” I calmly stated to the guards in my mother-like tone.
The guards surrounded the woman with great haste, that’s when she went for my throat, and she was ballistic. “I’m going to get you for this! I swear on my life I will not rest until I kill you! Or even something worse!!! You’ll pay from this moment on!!” she screamed in a dark and threatening voice as she was being dragged away by the guards. “Get her out of my sight! She dies a dusk!” I bellowed to the guards. “Glad that’s over…whats you’re name, sweet-heart?” I asked in a soothing tone of voice to the boy. The boy was very reluctant and hesitant to answer me. “…my…name…?...I-i…think my name…is… Edward…I don’t really remember anything… I’m sorry…” was all the boy could say. As I gently gasped his arm to help him stand up, he yelped in intense pain. “My arm…it hurts so much…” Edward said in a rushed and suffering tone. Don’t worry, Ed. I’ll help you.
I thought to myself. I raised Ed, ever so gently, into my arms and rushed him to the palace. But sadly, two months later, after all the progress we had to helping him recover, he slipped away in his sleep, never to awaken again.