PROMISE OF THE WIND

It all started thousands of years back in what was believed to be a mystical world,Almata, so far away from the earth, that it would take some centuries for anyone to get there. Almata was not like any usual place out there. No, it was magical from the word go, too hidden for anyone to trace if it even existed. Setting out in finding it would be the perfect adventure for anyone who fancied looking for the unknown whether hidden maps corked up in bottles at the bottom of the sea or gold coins buried under dead trees and left behind by pirates. I must say it was invisible to anyone without a heart as pure as gold. No occupant of this enchanted world would dare to leave because it was just very difficult and sometimes impossible depending on the state of the situation. There was always a strange, sophisticated sort of magic pool in this world's heartland that always pulled back whoe

Once upon a time,in the land of descendants of the wind, in the kingdom of Aramoor, in the Almatan world, lived a great king and his family in a beautiful castle known as the Holafia castle that had been built on blood and bone in the province of Davon. On a one summer after noon,it happened that the king was returning from a war that he had won and as proof,the head of the warrior he had defeated was being carried by his soldiers. From far, one would here the clash of metal on metal, the pounding of horse hooves as the chariots and the king's battalion that was singing the royal anthem approached the iron gates that led into the castle. Again the king had managed to add another conquered territory to his kingdom and as a way of celebrating with his people,he had invited everyone to a grand banquet at the back of his courtyard. Celebrations were all over the whole kingdom and later in the day, many w

Faye,Danie's  stepmother watched through the dormer window of her room everyday, looking at the princess as she played in the gardens. Her wishes had fallen miserably and that was making her sick each day that passed by. If it was possible,she could turn back time and ensure Danie had not been born. But perhaps it was too late to cry over spilt milk. She had not learnt one concept over the years and that was why her head was on fire. It was this thing of "you do good,you do good to yourself, you do bad, you do bad to you're." If she could master that, then she was bound to add on a little weight. Why was it hard for her to do good? One day, while standing at her favourite balcony, where she could day dream about anything, she watched something horrendous and this sparked a series of chain reactions she wasnt ready to take in. She had regretted at once fo