Chapter 1: Theresa

Once, a long time ago lived a Queen and King. He was said to be the descendent of the King of gods Onicent, and she, his bride, was rumoured to be one of Enisia's huntresses, her heart stolen by his charms. They ruled over a large kingdom known as Evander Cove, the kingdom after all backed onto a harbour and was ringed by rocky cliffs.

To them were born three daughters, the first two were fair princesses. They were admired by all, but otherwise shallow and unremarkable, alike to many many princesses across the land of Minecraft. When once more the Queen expected a child, they prayed for a son to be their heir, atlas the child was a third girl. The youngest sister, last born, should have had an easy life, she was after all the baby of the family, however, perhaps a curse or a blessing she was born with radiant beauty.

They named her Theresa.

Theresa, when she was young, attracted the attention of everyone she met. She was a sweet quiet child and was loved by all, much to the envy of her older sisters. Her parents saw this and were struck with the hope that she would someday be a good bride.

The kingdom its self worshiped Onicent, but also Neonee and Feia. When Theresa was quite young still Feia came to visit the royal family, she had agreed to make a portrait of them upon the insistence of Onicent.

When she came to the throne room she was struck immediately by the youngest daughter, but she also felt pity for her. Feia herself had once been beautiful, but her face was marred by a long healed wound, she however knew what often became of the beautiful. She did make the portrait and hung it in the throne room. However, making it she was careful not to capture the full beauty of Theresa.

Theresa grew and changed through time, she went from being cute to being a young woman, when this happened she only got my attention from those around her.

Within the kingdom she was adored, she had many, many admirers. But inside the castle walls, her sisters quietly despised her. They dared not be open in their dislike, fearing the wrath of their parents, but Theresa felt their hatred and was very sad and lonely.

Her parents tried to cheer her, but even they had trouble seeing past her beauty and understanding her pain. Because of her reputation, she could not go out alone for fear of someone running off with her.

Her world was very small and bleak. It felt as though nothing would lift her beyond her sorrows. Unfortunately, she would suffer more, for word of her was spreading throughout the land, and it wasn't long before it reached Mount Minecraftia.