Post by whisp. on Jan 3, 2008 15:34:56 GMT -5
The Settings
The School Itself
The school stands high and sturdy between rolling hills and a deep forest. The constant chirps and buzz’s and rustling of bushes are a gentle hum in the background for those who walk on its paths.
Inside the school lays room upon room the third and fourth floor devoted solely to dorms, the first two, classes. Each wing devoted solely to a gender. The imaginary line once again drawn.
Some say the North wing is haunted some say the South, it seems to vary with each new generation and each new brew of rumors.
But it’s true, one wing is haunted but who knows which.
Now if one were to travel into the main entrance of the school they would see three ways to go. The East wing, where the girls linger, the West wing for the young men, and the North wing that leads to the ball room the dinning hall and the kitchen. The North wing, the grounds, and the halls are the only places where male and female can see and interact with each other. Although it is frowned upon.
The pillars are engraved with the figures of fantasy creatures such as fairies, goblins, centaurs, and many more. Some with their mouths open in pain some silenced by fear. Each holding a story that they wish to tell and are waiting for maybe a hint of magic.
Figuratively speaking of course.
[/size]Inside the school lays room upon room the third and fourth floor devoted solely to dorms, the first two, classes. Each wing devoted solely to a gender. The imaginary line once again drawn.
Some say the North wing is haunted some say the South, it seems to vary with each new generation and each new brew of rumors.
But it’s true, one wing is haunted but who knows which.
Now if one were to travel into the main entrance of the school they would see three ways to go. The East wing, where the girls linger, the West wing for the young men, and the North wing that leads to the ball room the dinning hall and the kitchen. The North wing, the grounds, and the halls are the only places where male and female can see and interact with each other. Although it is frowned upon.
The pillars are engraved with the figures of fantasy creatures such as fairies, goblins, centaurs, and many more. Some with their mouths open in pain some silenced by fear. Each holding a story that they wish to tell and are waiting for maybe a hint of magic.
Figuratively speaking of course.
The Grounds
The woods themselves seem to go on forever its life hidden well between the bark. A lake sits in its midst, its water mysteriously warm and somewhat clear. Many students will come here during the day, the most daring take a swim while the others sit on its shore watching.
Two miles away sits a quaint little town by the name of Florence. It’s placed just far enough that girls wishing to escape the horrors of school couldn’t simply walk to, but close enough a horse ride or carriage ride would do the trick. It has some random stores: clothing, books, etc. Everything a small town should need. There are, of course, the dark alleys and magic stores in the back part of town, but very few gather there.
Two miles away sits a quaint little town by the name of Florence. It’s placed just far enough that girls wishing to escape the horrors of school couldn’t simply walk to, but close enough a horse ride or carriage ride would do the trick. It has some random stores: clothing, books, etc. Everything a small town should need. There are, of course, the dark alleys and magic stores in the back part of town, but very few gather there.
Fantasia
If one were to be apart of the chosen group they would enter into Fantasia, the realm of imagination. It seems considering the perfect flowers, the trees, and the inhabitants. Its magic flows through their veins and hints of glee rise within them. It’s a world where imagination and knowledge have to clash, but that’s just the beginning. Wars could rage and peace may strike and there is never good without evil.
Not in any world.
Not in any world.