Prologue: A forest of Diamonds and Rubies

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                                           Song: I know a place- Conan Grey 

                                                                                                ....

'Cause I know a place we could go

Far from the highways, far from that home
Seep in the silence, safe in our minds that
We try so hard to control

Oh, I know a place we could go
No one will notice once we are gone
Up in the trees

....

Everyone has always known the Elversdoon forest. They call it the forest of gold and trees. But it was a place I could go to blow off some steam so naturally, I created a swing to sing and play on.

Little did I know it was called that for a reason.


...

The story started when I was 19.

I walked to the swing, I had a crappy day at college, Mira Sinski had poured her Watermelon Slurpee on my favorite shirt.
As I had neared the party the loud heart-pounding music made my chest ache. I saw my swing, covered in the smelly juice of liquor, on top of that a boy was sitting on my swing drinking something in a golden goblet. The forest looked as if it was club night in the forest. The animals of the forest seemed to glare at the party-goers. I looked at the people. They wore normal clothes yet they seemed bathed in gold.

I tapped the shoulder of a woman with a green sweater and round glasses. Her ruby hair swished around,

"Hi, I was wondering why you are partying in the forest?" I asked my voice still full of disgust. In reply, she laughed necklaces, rings, nose rings, and bangles jingling in response a light melody of the dance of the sugarplum fairies.

After asking a few times getting variations of that same response  I was done. I waddled like a penguin to my swing where the boy was

"Excuse me, I was wondering if you could get off my swing?" I asked politely

"You made this swing?"  He said as a stern response,

"Yes," I said angrily.

"Well guess who does not care," he said to me. At this point, I had made a rude gesture at him and walked away. I stood there waiting for them to be gone, but at a point, they just disappeared leaving  me alone with the boy who walked off, and instead of claiming my swing, I decided to follow him

...

After what felt like an hour of following him, he stood near a river, saying some random word that sounded as if it was from a different language stepping stones appeared, I stood awestruck when I heard a rustle, behind me the woman with the Ruby hair pushed me onto the stepping stones-as they were lowering into the current I ran down to the land, finally on the land, but when I looked around, I realized this was not home, but another realm, I tried and screamed pounding against the wall, but it was no help, I was stuck there.

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