In the country of Aradian, a dark castle sat on the edge along a lake. No one ventured there for it was of the Dark Lord Orinium. A nobleman banished from the courts of Aradian due to part in dark magic. But as the Dark Lord left he took the most precious thing to King Martyn of Aradian. Izabel. His only daughter.
Izabel was out in the garden, her favorite place in the cursed castle. The garden was the only place with light. She smelled the beautiful roses and tulips. The roses though were always her favorite. She only wished she could enjoyed the beautiful flowers in her own garden. She hated every minute trapped in the Dark Lords castle. She wanted friends she hated being alone. Why me, she wondered.