The life and time's of Princess Cimorene of Linderwall
The only thing Cimorene really wished any more, was that she knew history better.
At first, the job in the bookstore was just to make ends meet legally while waiting for someone to figure out a way to bring people back. She tried researching for something on her own, but it was surprisingly difficult to research in a world with no magic.
By the time WWII rolled around, she had decided to make due with what she had and found herself a permanent home. It wasn't much, but she had lived in caves for a year and a half, so anything was fine. She worked as a nurse during the war because she hated feeling useless.
It was then that she met her husband. She had two children, a cat, a bookstore, and a husband to call her own. No one, not even her husband, ever found out that Cimorene Linder used to be Princess Cimorene of Linderwall. No one ever knew that sometimes, late at night, she'd sneak upstairs and practice the handful of spells she still remembered. No one knew why she laughed at Fairy Tales or why she would sometimes glance up at the sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of a low flying dragon.
And when she died on March 15th, 1985 at the age of 66 no one knew that the ordinary bookshop owner/mother/grandmother/wife/expert cook could have had a life quite extraordinary.
At first, the job in the bookstore was just to make ends meet legally while waiting for someone to figure out a way to bring people back. She tried researching for something on her own, but it was surprisingly difficult to research in a world with no magic.
By the time WWII rolled around, she had decided to make due with what she had and found herself a permanent home. It wasn't much, but she had lived in caves for a year and a half, so anything was fine. She worked as a nurse during the war because she hated feeling useless.
It was then that she met her husband. She had two children, a cat, a bookstore, and a husband to call her own. No one, not even her husband, ever found out that Cimorene Linder used to be Princess Cimorene of Linderwall. No one ever knew that sometimes, late at night, she'd sneak upstairs and practice the handful of spells she still remembered. No one knew why she laughed at Fairy Tales or why she would sometimes glance up at the sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of a low flying dragon.
And when she died on March 15th, 1985 at the age of 66 no one knew that the ordinary bookshop owner/mother/grandmother/wife/expert cook could have had a life quite extraordinary.