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A small child runs up the steps, her father behind her as she runs to her room. A giggle falling from her lips as she hides under the covers. He stomps up the steps, small growls sounding from as he raises his hands, claws out of his fingers.
" grr!! I'm coming for the pretty princess. " He growls, hands raised above his head as he snarls, a scary look in his eyes. The girl screams, trying to hide further into the covers. " Please leave me, scary dragon!!! "
" Never! Here comes.. the tickle attack!!! " The man pounces on the bed, the girl squeals as he rips the covers off of her. He immediately attacks her sides. Her body twisting as uncontrollable giggles of the happy moments fill the emptiness of any cold dead heart. The scene as pure as a newborn angel.
" p-p-please stop!!!! I-i'm sorry!! daddy!! " The child screams out in the midst of her giggles before the father stops. He and her both pant from the overuse of running, before he lands a kiss on her forehead.
" hmm.. okay, now you need to go sleep, alright? " He says as his daughter pouts sadly, though she gets comfortable in the covers, letting out a yawn while staring at her father.
He stands up, getting ready to walk out of the room before he hears a hesitant call. " Daddy? " He hears, turning around to face his daughter, raising his eyebrow. He makes a questioning hum as she peeks out of the cover, bright moon eyes looking at her. " Yes, baby? "
" Can.. you um.. tell me the story again? " she asks as she tries to disappear into her covers while looking at her father with wide bright eyes, the moon reflecting off of the brown irises. Her dad chuckles before walking close to her bed, sitting down at the edge of it, already knowing which story he should tell, it was her favorite. " of course, do you want the whole story tonight? " He asks, looking at his prized possession and heart. His daughter squirming happily at being able to hear her favorite bedtime story.
" Whole story, please? I want to hear it all. " She tells as she gets comfortable, ready to hear the story knowing her father was going to tell the story.
Her father hums with a nod, leaning back to the wall behind the bed.
" Okay, once upon a time... There were once four kingdoms, One black, and red that held the lives of the forever living. One purple, the color of the ancestors of magic. One blue of the color of fairies, and the final being Grey. The kingdom home of those who could read minds easily. They were powerful kingdoms, once they got along well, they lived happily, but soon there was a war. The war changed the lives, a barrier being placed within these castles, fights breaking, and castles falling, overtime people forgot what caused the war, but the kingdoms held seven men, and all of them had a single plan, a plan to learn, some to fix the burning hatred within the kingdoms, others who just wanted revenge on smaller issues, but who knew that those plans would end up making their paths all crash together and saving the lives of hundreds when time needed them the most..."