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    So, this is kind of similar to a book I read. So, I was thinking that the king and queen are unable to have a child, so the queen makes a bargain with the keeper of time, who I'm going to call Chronus, like the greek god of time. The bargain was that he would extend the period of time in which she could get pregnant until she was with a male child, an heir, and in turn, she pledged her firstborn daughter to him. Well, instead of just complying, Chronus tricked her, and made a bargain with the goddess of fertility, so that the queen had no sons, but instead, twelve daughters. Because the queen never had a son, her window of fertility was always open, and she became pregnant with twelve daughters at once. After the birth of her twelfth daughter, the queen killed herself, not willing to disappoint her husband and her kingdom any longer. The king shunned the girls, and they had to raise themselves.


    On the eve of the girls sixth birthday, Chronus came to them in their room, forming out of the sand in their hourglasses. Since each girl was born at the same time, the queen had actually pledged all twelve of them to him, and he was ready to fulfill his end. He took the twelve girls every night and danced with them, breaking himself into twelve different parts, so each girl had a dancing partner. While they were with him, he would stop time, so that they could dance to their hearts content, and never have to worry about the coming dawn.


    Time passed, and the girls grew into beautiful young ladies. The king came to them, planning to organize balls in their names so that he could marry them off, and ensure a better future for their kingdom. However, he found that their dance shoes were utterly useless, meer scraps of fabric, and commissioned new ones for them. This happened every third day.


    Plot goes on.


    I was thinking that it would be fun to name the twelve girls after each month, so the first is January, the second February, the third March, etc.

    Blue eyes pierced the darkness. The bearer, Lünae, looked at the silent form of her husband next to her, his face plain without his crown and other royal jewels decorating it. She shifted slowly in her bed, each miniscule movement taking an eternity, knowing that this was the riskiest part of her night. After she left the room, he would aid her along her journey, until she reached him: but for now, everything was up to her. She picked up her candle, her hands shaking so badly that a drop of the boiling wax flying from its cup and landing on the bare skin of her foot. She bit her lip, desperate to cry out, but her terror overwhelming her. She clenched her eyes together and took tiny steps, staying in the shadows of the room, before whisking out the door and breaking into a run.


    Lünae ran through the palace, glad for once that the layout was not that of the castles around the area, and was a long flat building instead of a tall one. She stumbled over the edge of the castle walk way and flung her hands out to catch her fall, dropping the candle in the process. She watched the wick sputter out, her only hope at returning unnoticed back to her bedroom, before being wretched back to reality by the jarring impact of her fall. She laid there, miserable, for a second, before pushing herself on and dredging further through the night. After what felt like another hour, but was only meer minutes, Lünae noticed her pace slowing, and she smiled, her every movement feeling like she was dredging through molasses, knowing that she was getting close. She kept going, into the endless night, her pace becoming slower and slower, until she froze. She looked up, searching the night, desperate to know that her efforts hadn’t been in vain. She searched and searched, but she could see nothing. She wanted to collapse to the ground, to scream in frustration, but she was stuck. She felt a tear welling in her eye, but was unable to shed it, as the tear was also affected by the time stop.


    Minutes passed, and then suddenly there was a man before her. She looked at him, relief washing over her. The man snapped and she lurched foreword, the time around her returning to normal. “You came.” She whispered, staring at his jet-black shoes. “You are real. You can help me.”


    The man held out his hand, helping her up silently. “I can.” He said after a long pause. “But why should I?”


    The young queen looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears. She bit her lip for a second, trying to hold back her emotional ocean, but it failed, and within seconds she was telling him everything. The pressure of being queen. Her desire to prove her worth. Her dream of doing well. The requirement of producing an heir. After what should have been hours, but was actually just seconds, she finished, and looked up at him. “Please. You are my last hope.”


    The man looked at her, his eyes ebony, the only light being the reflection of her blue ones. He considered her for a second, then nodded. “I will help you. But you must do something for me in return.”


    The queen nodded. “I will pledge you anything. I don’t have much, but I will give you anything. A job, money, a horse… what do you want?”


    The man grinned. “Oh, nothing of that sort. I want something that you will be able to give to me, no matter what happens.”


    Lünae looked at him, scared, but nodded, knowing that he was her last hope. “Anything.”


    The man nodded. “Pledge to me the daughter of your carriage, and I will assure you an heir.”


    She started to nod even while he was saying that, and then took a dagger from her belt and looked up at him. “With my blood I swear.” She said softly, sweeping the blade against her arm, a river of ruby blood welling up inside the cut. The man nodded and took a step back. “It is done.” He whispered, then disappeared not even a moment later.


    Lünae ran back to the palace gardens, then, when she was sure that everything was alright, and that her meeting would stay safe, she let out a confused cry. “Wh…where am I?” she called into the night. She looked around the garden, trying her very best to look as though she had been sleepwalking, and just woken up. Sure enough, two guards peered out from the door, and then gasped when they realized that their young queen was wandering the garden in nothing but her nightslip.


    “Your Majesty.” They said, bowing hurriedly. “You are in the palace gardens. Please, let us assist you back to your room.” She nodded, and they escorted her through the palace and up to her room. Once she got there, she turned to them and looked down at her feet before whispering, “Please don’t tell anyone about tonight. I am new to the palace, and I don’t want anyone thinking that I am incompetent… I do not need a night guard. I have never wandered before. Let it be our secret?” The guards nodded, pleased that their queen trusted them, and bowed to her. She slipped into the room and settled back into the bed just as the sun broke over the most eastern mountain ridge.


    Sure enough, the queen became pregnant very quickly. The man had upheld his end of the bargain: he had kept her fertile window open until she had conceived a son. However, she had conceived twelve times before the son had been made, and all thirteen children were brewing inside of her.


    The birth was an awful day for the kingdom. The queen was terrified and blinded by pain, her entire body racked by birthing shivers. A child was born every two hours, more or less, giving her barely enough time to recover before she struggled again. Each birth became more and more difficult, taking her longer and longer, until her thirteenth child, her only son, slid out of her body, a tiny blob. The nurse picked him up and wiped him clean, but hesitated once before handing him to the queen. There was no way he could survive. He was too small, too weak. The queen looked down at him, her heart tearing into shreds. She held him in the crook of her arm, watching as the light died from her son’s eyes, the only heir to the throne. When she felt him so still, she let out a wail, and with his life went her motivation and she died there, of nothing more than a broken heart.

    I don't really mind. There are going to be fifteen characters overall- the king, the 12 girls, Kronus, and the boy or whatnot, but I was thinking that only four really had to be played: Kronus, two of the girls, and the king, later the boy

    Cool! So, I was thinking that all the sisters would look similar, with their fathers dark hair and eyes, except for the twelfth, December, who has icy blonde hair and blue eyes like her mother. I was hoping she could be blind, but if that's too much than I understand. Do u mind it I play her?

    We could if you want, but I honestly think that they don't all have to have solid personalities, but could just act as fools instead. I want to play December and January, but that may be too much for me to handle, along with Kronus