Prologue :o

[㣡mâÿ - - -♫]

I've written a small opening for the story but I was really unsure what everyone wanted regarding subject and mood.
The piece I have written is rather dark, poetic and frankly just weird. I have tried to reference popular ideas of insanity ie/ Nero burning down the city of Rome, "Bedlam" hospital in London and people rocking back and forth. I have also added in aspects of Gianna's life. Mainly it's about how Gianna mentally declines.
Depending on what you think, I could write one about Gianna in Canna and leave it open to whether it is real or not. Or I could write more seriously about insanity or depression or how fragile the mind is. Or about Canna and contrast it with the real world.
I really don't know what everyone is looking for.
Here's just a little piece everyone can have a look at and edit if they want. Add things etc.
Tell me what you want, okay?

"Fire crackles and an Emperor strokes his lyre as his empire burns around him. Screams echo from the stone building known as Bedlam. Back and forth people rock in the steril white rooms of every hospital. Splash of blood, flash of rope. They whisper constantly. Insane. The mind can be a living hell and she tries to run from it. But she is a bird in a cage, a cage of her own designing. Heels click on wooden floor boards. Turning pages whisper in classrooms. In a further reality, a man wears her family's furs and children of fables laugh. She sobs in her to the calls of her. Their words are only a ringing in her ears. She is lost for how can you tell what you see is real?"

I think if I continued with this I would be more detailed and therefor longer. I would like to have it like the prologue of "Into the Woods" and "The Likeness". I highly recommend these books ;D

[Annika~]

Amazing. <3 You should add more--I'm afraid that if I add to it myself, I'll ruin it all. =3

[㣡mâÿ - - -♫]

You could suggest lines :3
In the mean time, I'll just expand it. We still need to plan out the first chapter though :/

[♥♥ Simplyyy Mere]

This is very good, Ali. Very talented

[㣡mâÿ - - -♫]

Thanks. I've completely forgotten about this sorry D:
I was rewriting it but I'm afraid I've left it in my locker for the weekend. I'll have to start again. Here's a snippet of what I believe I wrote. Well, it's vastly different because I've forgotten what I wrote xD

Original
"Fire crackles and an Emperor strokes his lyre as his empire burns around him. Screams echo from the stone building known as Bedlam. Back and forth people rock in the steril white rooms of every hospital. Splash of blood, flash of rope. They whisper constantly. Insane. The mind can be a living hell and she tries to run from it. But she is a bird in a cage, a cage of her own designing. Heels click on wooden floor boards. Turning pages whisper in classrooms. In a further reality, a man wears her family's furs and children of fables laugh. She sobs in her room to the calls of her friends. Their words are only a ringing in her ears. She is lost for how can you tell what you see is real?"

Edit
"Fire crackles and the Emperor strokes his lyre as he watches. The song of his lyre harmonises with the roar of the beast that is claiming his city. In another time, people echo the screams. Through a maze of streets- the pulsing heart of another empire- the undesirable are thrown away. They are locked behind the stone walls of Bedlam. Society passes by, turning a blind eye to the misfortune that has befallen their fellow men. Instead they whisper, they gossip. He's mad, loopy, crazy, nutty. Insane. The mind can be a living hell. You cannot run from it. You become a bird in a cage, a cage of your own desigining. And it's happening right now. Her heels click against the floorboards of her home as she moves from place to place. The turning of pages of class are lulling her to sleep. She is tormented and so she hides it from the prying eyes of society. She creates her own Bedlam, her own sanctuary. It is a place where children of fables laugh and the friends she so desires wait for her. Her loves, her wants, her dreams. It is all there. She is safe there. But from outside voices call like sirens, luring her with temptation. Can she leave? The Fates are moving faster and she can no longer tell what is real."

I think I'll drop out the reference to Nero and put in something else :/ I just really like Classical Studies xD;

[Annika~]

Fabulous.
-runs off inspired-
YAAAY
-drops inspiration-
Aw, my bad.
-picks it back up again and keeps running-

[♥♥ Simplyyy Mere]

Haha, lol. Nice Chri.

That's fabulous Ali.