chapter one....under thought process

Camelot sat in her high chair at age 4 and schemed maliciously for the time she’d become world renowned… for what though it was still vague but round the same time she thought this Inez-infyer plotted too how to make the earth care free and living by heart…

Together in years to come though all would be set into motion.

In the land of Atowntire was a school of the beautiful arts – it was open to any beings in the disc realms – all eight. This institution of education was none other than Brae Lamont. Founded by three fore fathers of the round worlds and brought to its stature by merely being creative and open to talented creatures of the power families existing to this day.

Camelot and Inez-infyer turned up there at the same time, happy and in tune with their adolescent selves - that was until…they met the class.

Inez-infyer of the Portayelezay land (south of the land of Atowntire) and Camelot of the Kwakwazuzu (roughly the same area of Inez-infyer) were new and were lead by the coal man (the principle at that time) to the classroom of darkness (this may be because the juju teacher did not believe in neatness or activity and therefore never reached for the light switch).

In they go into the dimmed room, cell phones beam light here and there and the raucous of the buzzing scholars was mental. It went along as if street sounds as each phone beeped with messages receiving and sending, phone calls ringing and being rejected or answered. Gossip was rising and the giggling and jeering were increasing in volume . The two new light beings stood at the door…with a good luck push and a shut of the door they were moved into the darkness and no illumination could be seen now…

The school of beautiful arts was setting out its initiation – right there…seeing if these two fresh pieces were worth the worth’s of power families.