In the small beautiful village of Thunder Falls, a beautiful flower stall owned by a charming hand-maiden. Her straight long jet black hair loosely tied framing her fair skin, her pure blue eyes ensuring her flowers are the best they can be.
The snow glistens in the morning sun just as the sun creeps over the top of the Forbidden Kingdoms castle, as the shop nestled deep in the heart of the village swung into action as Amelia exited and started tending to her flowers, wiping the snow off of them and knocking down icicles that formed along the shop in front of the windows.
The smell of the freshly baked bread from the local bakery winds its way through the streets bringing a warmth to the land. Just as Amelia finished shovelling away the snow from the front of the shop, locals passing by collect flowers for loved ones, Amelia never stopped.
Sometime later Amelia was finishing up arranging a bouquet of Deep Red Roses with a ribbon to match, after placing the roses in a vase on the counter a mysterious sound echoed around the narrow paths, the sound of horses. Amelia slowly stood up as the silhouettes of the horses and the riders passed the shop window, as quick as they arrived they vanished heading towards the large Stone walled castle on the outskirts of the village.