<span style="font-style: italic">Many centuries ago a leather bound journal was made. This was a special journal. The book blessed by magic and made by the prince of the kingdom. It was a book that would survive through times. This book could only be opened by chosen people. The book was in a way sentient as it chose the ones who could open it. Over time many people had this journal. Many people made entries in this book. The book going from person to person and as the years passed and the book came to be at an antique store in the present day and age. One day a man/woman comes into the antique store and finds the book. The books magic has over time created a portal to the past within the pages of the journal.<br/><br/>As one reads the entries made through the past the magic would begin to weave itself around the reader. The more the person read the further the spell was weaved. As the person would begin to write upon the blank pages of the journal they would find themselves not in their own time but in the past. Back when the journal was first created. The woman meets the prince. The journal would allow the person to interact with the people of the past. A romance could possibly develop between the prince and the woman. However, anytime the book perceived danger to the one writing in the journal they would be sent back to the present and the book would become a normal book until the next time it was written in.</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><br/><br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Christmas_sale_now_by_heise_zpsf3fa7614.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Xavier Nicolius Westari<br/>Age: 21<br/>Race: Human<br/>Rank: High Prince<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><br/><br/>The Prince was very handsome. Well known throughout the land for his kindness, compassion, intelligence, honor and strength. Trained in both the sword and the ways of magic, the prince was well balance with skills to protect the kingdom should the need ever arise. The prince would spend as much time in his studies as he did amongst the people. He wanted the people to know they were respected, loved, and valued members of their kingdom. To know that even the farmers on the outside of town were viewed as important members of the society in which they lived. Their kingdom though a peaceful one, was ever vigilant and ready for war, should one of the more hostile kingdoms get it into their heads to attack. The people who lived in this kingdom, even the ones in towns, villages, and cities far from the castle town, loved their rulers. They were taxed fairly. Given equal trade when trading or bartering goods for fees or other things.<br/><br/>The Prince when not training in magic or the way of the sword was left with time to think and imagine. While thinking and imagining the idea for the perfect way to forever archive and preserve his kingdom popped into his mind. The idea was simple but excitingly wonderful! He would create a journal that would last throughout the ages. A journal in which the pages would never run out of empty ones to write on. A journal in which others in years to come would be able to add to and pass on to other generations. There was always the possibility of the journal creating a link to the past but it was only a small possibility. It was worth the risk. Another enchantment would also be added that would allow only chosen people to open it. This required...a powerful magic called sentimenials. Sentimenials was a spell that granted whatever it was used upon a sense of sentient being. Usually used for creating magic and or talking weapons such as swords or daggers. In this case he/she intended to use it to allow the book to be able to chose and only open to those who were not of evil nature.<br/><br/>It was a flawless plan. Indeed...it would be. With one extra attribute that would later come to be known...that when the writer began writing they would be transported to the past. If any danger towards the writer was perceived then they would be transported back to their time. The journal becoming an ordinary journal until it is closed and then opened once more.<br/><br/>The Prince found the parchment papers that would be the basis and start of the never ending pages of the enchanted journal. Page that would never yellow become brittle Getting hard leather that was still plyable enough to carve designs into and enable to molding and forming of the book. A thin piece of forged metal would be used for the binding. A special type of glue would be used to hold everything together. It took three days and three nights to get the journal created and formed. Then another two days and two nights to enchant it and sentialize it. Then...the beautiful book was finished.<a class="postlink" href="http://www.newmoon.uk.com/ritual/treebos.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>The Prince gathered a quill and in darkened gold in and hand made quill...began to write the first entry into the journal he had made. Starting...by preserving his country in word for all of time.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">********JOURNAL ENTRY ONE********</span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">My name is Prince Xavier. I created this journal and wrote it in order for the world as I know and see it today...will forever be imprinted upon the pages of this book. Therefore, no matter how much the coming ages may change the land. No matter how people of the years to come alter the land. The beauty that I know now...will forever be imprinted and preserved upon the pages of this book.<br/><br/>~The castle town was beautiful. On the outer edges was a wall made of marble and white stone. Each brick hand carved and each stone carefully laid in a way it would be centuries upon centuries before the stone would crumble and the walls would fade away. To reinforce this the walls were blessed with magic. So long as the magic remained, the walls would never get worn down by rain. They would never deteroiate. They would be hard to destroy by catapult. They wanted their castle walls to stand for many centuries to come. The wall had three gates and a large, wide stone and marble bridge that led over a large, deep moat of prestine sparkling blue water that surrounded the grassy land leading to the castle on all sides except the north...where the stone wall finished the square surrounding the land.<br/><br/>The gates were hand made and carved in sturdy oak blessed with magic to make it take longer for it to rot. That way they would have to redo it less. The gates doors were accented and designed with beautiful designs and symbols. The western gates doors were carved with a large and beautiful rose blossom. The blossom spreading out across most of the door from the middle in equal proportions. A type of staining paint was used to give the red rose color. This was done on bothe sides. The doors opened right down the middle of this giant carved rose.<br/><br/>The eastern gates doors were carved with a giant tree whose branches spread and all directions and almost seemed to curve. The tree used to symoblize the tree of life. The giant tree symbolizing the Tree Of Life spread out across most of the door. The wood stained again this time with a golden brown color that made it stand out against the oaken doors. The design done on both sides of the gates doors. Again the gate doors opened down the middle of the carved gates doors.<br/><br/><br/>The southern gates doors were carved with a giant magic circle within which was deeply carved designs. This door was the door most detailedly designed and symbolized the magic that this city and its entire kingdomâ€™s lands tended to possess. It was stained with all sourts of colors. Each carefully and perfectly blended together as if it was color changing paint. Of all the doors it was the most beautiful of all. (see image link) Again the gates doors opened down the middle of the carved gates doors.<br/><br/><!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAWN6qova6o/TrQxzLsI5jI/AAAAAAAAAp4/IQzMGQx8AYU/s1600/Nanoha_magic_circle_by_OvermanXAN+2_00000.jpg">http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAWN6qova6o/T ... _00000.jpg</a><!-- m --><br/><br/>The stone bridge connecting the castle town to the castle was beautiful. Marble tiles skillfully placed upon the stone bridge to form a sword and a shield. Indicating the countries ability to fight and defend their country should the need arise to do so. The castle was beautiful and made of stone white as snow.<br/><br/>The lands surrounding the castle town were lush and full of life. On the outskirts and further out for miles on end was numerous farms growing various vegetables and fruits. Some raising animals such as chickens, cows, pigs, ducks, and goats. One or two even were raising the strange but cute animal known as the pekolu. It was a strange furry type creature that laid eggs but was not a bird. Its eggs were sweet like candy. Its fur a strange lavender and pink color.<br/><br/>Further out into the areas the lands turned to rolling hills or rising mountains. Desert lands or lush jungles. The kingdom was a vast landscape of many types of scene. On the eastern edge was a long stretch of beach land. The sand a blackish grey and the water a crystal clear blue. So crystal clear blue you could see down into its depths.~</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`</span></div><br/><br/>The years would pass. The journal would end up in new hands. End up in new places. More and more entries were added in different handwritings. The book always chose who opened it. Those not chosen would forever be kept from the secrets that were contained within the pages of this book. As the centuries passed the book took many a person on an adventure into the prince time. This continued on until the present day and age...where it had not yet been found by anyone. Where a new chosen one had yet to appear. It was resting upon a shelf in a small antique store on the corner of the street intersection of Holy Tree Drive and Justice Street. Untouched and hardly showing any signs of aging. Not showing any signs of deteriation. Where it laid waiting...for the chosen person to come.