Even though I don’t understand the old scriptures that were written in this black and mystical journal, I still kept trying my best to read them. Just doing so, my heart made me feel something like it remembered it’s old tale. My heart beat harder than it used to and it felt like I was the one who wrote this story but I know in reality I did not - I think? Well as I let my feelings get over me, I finally began to read them like I was there. I can read them clearly which really drives me along with it.
In some day of long time ago, there was a very delicate princess in the vampire clan of Dravenshkove. This particular princess was indeed different from other princesses in their clan. Her name was Princess Lunarian Amilia Dravenshkove. She’s good in everything she does and very excellent
