(Unknown Year, Future Era)
"Tell us the story again!" The plea came from several different voices, all children but different ages and origins.
The woman they addressed just laughed as she saw the cluster around her. "How many times have I told it now?"
"Tell it again!"
"Oh, if I must." She sat down and smiled as the tallest of the lot, her own granddaughter, climbed onto her lap to cuddle. "Where do I start? What kingdom shall I speak of?" Her beautifully musical voice already wove a spell. "Is it the final you want to know?" Heads nodded. "Alright, then that is where we will start. More than three decades ago." She lifted a hand, and silver-gold majik lifted from her fingers to form images. She had always been a natural storyteller. These stories, in particular, she had told a million times, and had even written down. "The Blossom Field galaxy was at peace," she began. "It had been two years since the last war, and life had settled into the nearly idyllic feeling that beginning of the Resurrection Era had brought . . ."
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