Tentative Title:.:: The flame ::. All but innocent
Basis: It's my own idea but a tiny bit of it comes from a book called 'Icefire'
Genre: Adventure, magic, legend sort of things and maybe a bit of romance
Characters Needed: The group of people mentioned below.
Basic Plot:
"Tell me about the Flame, mummy" Guinevere asked her mother.
The sky outside was dark and rain was tapping against the window. Gwendalin smiled down at her daughter as she retold an old family legend "Long ago, when the world was at war, Evil was ruling over the land and all hope was lost. A legend told many years before was retold by the slaves as they passed eachother in the dungeons. This legend was of a reat power called the Flame. Legend said that, when all seemed dark and lost, the Flame would give all of it's good and power to whoever it saw worthy. The Flame chose a young, slave-girl named Grace. When Grace gained the power of the Flame she stood up and thought the evil. Sword drawn and an army of slaves supporting her. As the battle ended Grace gave her life to protect a young child. Grace's body fell to the ground and she whispered her last words: "The Flame is all that is left of our innocence" A silver tear ran down her cheek and Grace was gone. The tear fell to the ground and from that very spot a tall, red rose sprouted. The young child picked up the rose and let one of their own tears fall down onto it. The rose turned from red to black. No-one knows what happened to the young child or the rose, but many say that the rose withered and died a few days later and that Grace's soul flew into the earth and spread goodness across the lands. The legend now says that, if darkness shall ever spread across the earth, the flame will seek a hero and spread all of it's and Grace's goodness through them, and the world will be free once more."
Gwendalin go off her daughter's bed and kissed on the forehead "Goodnight" She whispered as she walked out. Gwendalin walked into her own bedroom, and there, in a large glass case, on her bedside table, stood a tall, Black rose.
Many years later, a war spread once more and Guinevere was given a black rose from her mother. "Use this" Gwendalin told her "When the end comes for you, shed a single tear on it and lay it on the floor beside you." Duinevere nodded and obeyed. As the war ended she shed a single tear on the rose and placed it softly on the ground. She closed her eyes and was gone.
Darkness covers the earth once more and the legend is lost. The world has become a dark and evil place. For many years things were going great; World peace was nearly achieved twice; technology became so advanced that robots were created; Joy was spread in even the poorest of places. But it all went downhill from there. One frightful morning, the robots had risen and taken the land as their own. They destroyed as much technonlogy as possible and set buildings and houses on fire. The humans are nothing anymore, they are trapped ina world entirely different to the one that they had known so well. With no weapons, houses or money, It would seem that al hope is lost. But, hope flickers in a small ball of light, buried deep inside a forgotten temple, to the south of England. We know this hope as, The Flame.
[You live in these terrible times, forced to live inside a small library as a shelter from the robots. But, with each breath you take, the key to your freedom is sitting on a shelf not far from you and the group of survivors. And, The Flame is flickering within your heart.
I hope it's ok, I've been working really hard on this plot and I hope y'all like it.