42WallabyWay
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Looming over the trees, in the middle of nowhere, was Blackwood Manor. The walls burst with the history of those who once walked it’s stoney labyrinth and the air still waiting to be filled with the sound of those yet to make their mark here. Blackwood Manor was a place from story books, towering yet breathtaking, a building passed down through generations. A dense forest shrouds most of the Manor’s exterior, only those close enough to reach the edge of the grounds can fully take in the buildings beauty. It’s exterior, a stone, castle-like facade, topped by spires that seemed to reach the clouds. The atrium, consuming the right third of the building, glistens as the sun hits the glass. The grounds that surrounded the property appeared well manicured, the garden adorned with blooming flowers, and the orchard filled with the ripest fruit trees. Despite all the beauty that seemed to blossom here, there was an overwhelming silence that draped over the property. Legend says the manor used to be the setting for lavish gatherings, though not many people these days could attest to that.. Blackwood manor has sat empty for several decades, only the groundskeepers occasionally milling about outside. Until now.
It was a seemingly normal day in the small town outside of the forest which surrounded the manor. The trees danced in the fall breeze. The community went about its daily routine.
There was a flyer. Plastered across the top was the headline, “True Love”. There was to be a lottery in the community and neighboring towns, those families chosen would have the opportunity to send their eligible child, away from everyone they have ever known and without distraction, to chase after what most people only thought existed in fairy tales. The catch? The parents of the young adults who would participate would have a hand at choosing, unbeknown to their child, whom they thought best fit their idea of a perfect match. There were no guarantees though, no rules regarding who they could love. There was no fine print explaining what might happen if they were to fall in love with their selected partner, that remained a mystery, if there was anything at all. Perhaps, this was all just an elaborate social experiment.
It was a seemingly normal day in the small town outside of the forest which surrounded the manor. The trees danced in the fall breeze. The community went about its daily routine.
There was a flyer. Plastered across the top was the headline, “True Love”. There was to be a lottery in the community and neighboring towns, those families chosen would have the opportunity to send their eligible child, away from everyone they have ever known and without distraction, to chase after what most people only thought existed in fairy tales. The catch? The parents of the young adults who would participate would have a hand at choosing, unbeknown to their child, whom they thought best fit their idea of a perfect match. There were no guarantees though, no rules regarding who they could love. There was no fine print explaining what might happen if they were to fall in love with their selected partner, that remained a mystery, if there was anything at all. Perhaps, this was all just an elaborate social experiment.
