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The sun shone brightly on this beautiful morning in our little village. Everyone awoke at the rooster’s loud call, which was quickly quieted by one of Shasta’s arrows (he wasn’t a morning person). They all got ready and began gathering in the town square, getting to work on their daily tasks.

Mirandir and Mithalwen walked together towards their little shop. There hadn’t been enough room in the town square for each to have their own, so the apothecary and the herbalist had to share. It was not always a happy partnership, and they often tried to steal each other’s customers, however, they were still kind friends.

Lariren and Isabellkya were also opening their proper places on either side of the Herb/Apothecary store. Visiting travellers and tourists often enjoyed grabbing a cookie on their way to discovering their doomed future.

On the other side of the small town square sat McCaber’s quaint little shop. At this time Sally the serving girl was dubbing him a villain because he would not give her sweets. Their argument was quite disturbing to Thinlomien who always enjoyed playing outside the little grocery. Today she was heard playing a cittern, though she was gifted in playing many other instruments as well.

Fea was seated comfortably in the middle of the square on the edge of the large fountain. At this time she had stopped telling her engaging tale in order to keep the children around her calm. It was not a convenient time for Aganzir to be taking her large lions for a morning stroll. Greenie had also jogged over from the schoolhouse to help keep her students from running away in terror of the beasts.

Eomer stepped around the felines nervously as he strolled through the village square. He constantly kept a shovel over his shoulder, his motto being “always be prepared”. He whistled along with Lommy’s music and nodded kindly to the shrubber Boromir and his apprentice Inziladun. At this time they were arranging two shrubberies outside of Gaurcrist’s blacksmith shop. One was being placed slightly higher than the other to get a two-level effect with a little path running down the middle.

Kath was busy in her adorable little restaurant serving an arguing group of book-lovers some coffee. The Phantom held on tightly to his copy of How to Rid Your Village of Evil in 10 Easy Steps! as Nerwen became insulted that a book existed in this village that had not been made by her own hand, and Nienna went on about how useless the book’s subject was and how he should read one of her’s. The Phantom looked up hopefully, knowing that this was about the time that Wilwarin came and defended his book-liberating. She was the only one who understood. But she was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is Wilwa?” he asked quietly, seeming very confused. This stopped Nerwen and Nienna mid sentence.

They all suddenly realised that this was about the time of day that Wilwarin came down from the castle to purchase various food items at McCaber’s for the castle’s chef. But she had not yet arrived. They all started to gather in the very middle of the town square, even Gwathagor the drunk vagrant joined in (he had been napping this whole time). Everyone began talking at once until finally they decided to search for her. It took only a few minutes.

Wilwarin was lying in a small ally behind the bakery. From afar it looked like she could just be asleep but upon closer examination it was obvious that she was dead. Eomer brought the shovel slowly down from his shoulder; something he had not expected to do today. The villagers began stepping around Wilwarin’s body looking for clues. They found 2. The first was the apple she was holding; it was bright red and wonderful with only one bite taken out of it. In the other hand there was a letter that had obviously been written in a hurry. It read thusly:

Dear Village,

There is evil lurking among you. The dear Lady Rosamund has been put into a deep sleep, Prince Philip is the only one that can save her, but it is far too dangerous for him to enter our little village at this time. You must rid us of this evil before it is too late, for every Night one of you will be taken. There is still hope, for there are some hidden among you, including myself, that can help protect you from these monsters. You must act quickly.

Good luck,
The Fairy Godmother

The village began to panic, but only for a time, for they cared deeply for their Lady Rosamund and knew that they would all perish if they did not find the villains that hid among them.

Eomer got to work, Lommy played one of Wilwarin’s favourite melodies and Shasta shot some blue arrows into the air, a village tradition. After a quick, but lovely service the villagers began to discuss. They were all afraid, and greatly sorrowful, but they knew that there was hope and that Wilwarin’s spirit would be there to comfort them during this ordeal.

Day 1 is now. You may discuss.

At any time toDay I need names from Hansel, Gretel, the Princess, Prince Charming, the Hunstman and the Robber Bridegroom.