In this part of my blog I will share stories about the characters from my book with you as well as some knowledge about the history of the world within it.
Please keep in mind that this will all be based on my book 'The Gifted: The four Kingdoms', the sequels I am still working on and the overall world I have created myself. Although you may read the blog posts anyway - and I would truly apprechiate you doing so - you might find it helpful to take a look at my book and grow familiar with some of the basics.
No matter which approach you decide on, please enjoy!
A note remembered by Clarice
When I was younger, I was a dreamer and a lover of nature. I loved watching the animals in the meadows and loved to listen to the wind and the ice-rains. Everything which surrounded me fascinated me and it still does these days, although I am an adult now. But in contrast to nowadays, I wasn't actually able to understand the world and the nature in a way which was considered normal for somebody my age, for somebody from my Kingdom as a child. Because I was always looking at the animals or listening to the wind and because I wasn't actually focusing on what I was taught, I found it difficult back then to understand the world I lived in.
A dream dreamt by Lily’s grandfather a few weeks after her birth
I woke up in another beautiful dream. For years I had found myself in the most beautiful places one could imagine as soon as I would close my eyes. I knew that the world must’ve looked like this once and I knew that it would look like this again – sooner rather than later.
Events remembered by the young Elizabeth
I was walking through my hometown, King’s Armour, searching for him. It was neither the first time I had to do so, nor would it be the last. He did such things quite often, running through the streets, stealing things and destroying others. It’s his usual behaviour and although I should have said something about it, should have pleaded with him to stop behaving in such a destructive way, I didn’t. I loved him too much to leave him and I was too scared he would leave me if I addressed the issues. And so I kept quiet.
A story remembered by Lily Montgomery
When I was little, my grandmother used to tell me a story every night. In the beginning, the stories were beautiful and calming. But the older I got and the older my grandmother got, the scarier the stories became. The last few stories she told me before she died were unnerving and burned themselves into my memory. Yet, they’re not the only stories I remember. I remember some of the sweeter, more beautiful ones as well.
A poem written by a little boy from the Kingdom of Forestry
Shortly after the events of the Apocalypse, a little boy from the West walked through his Kingdom to see what had become of his favourite places in the forest close to his home. He soon discovered that the Apocalypse hadn’t been the only thing which had damaged the world. Some of the humans living in that part of the world brought pain and devastation to the nature as well.
Extracts from the diary of a young girl from the Kingdom of Wisdom
It’s been two years since the world turned into ice. Two years since I lost most of my family. Only mum and I are left now. Although she is rather sick, I love living with my mum. I don’t mind being the one who’s taking care of her and I don’t mind leaving the house everyday to look for work. Life could be a lot worse and I know that very well.
Extract from the diary of a farmer from the Kingdom of Harvest
For a while there had been neither many fruits and vegetables nor many different kinds of animals. Life had been filled with hunger and was duller without the joy of watching animals play in the meadows than any of us would have ever imagined. If the change hadn’t come, if we hadn’t been able to find new ways of plantation as well as new kinds of food, we would have all been weary of our lives in the frozen world much quicker.