Silence. Silence upon the city, until loud horses footsteps got louder and louder. Loud enough to wake two people. Two young people. Their names were Audace and Andrew.

Audace,

 a fine young girl, a French immigrant. Her name meaning brave and strong, a beautiful name that truly represents her personality. She rose from her bed to see what she does every day. A rustic looking bedroom with all matching birch furniture such as a birch table along with birch dresser and a birch wood bookshelf with a variety of books in any colour cover you could imagine all arranged in rainbow order. 

But on her bedside table lay something special. Something old, very old - a family heirloom that had been passed down for generations since the 18th century. It was a diary that contained all the family history since 1670. It had family trees, direct information from the 16th century and even portraits of very distant relatives and all the information about the family you could ever imagine. 

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As a member of such a large family, Audace felt obligated to write in this book as if it were always her own. She sat up to the noise of her alarm clock and grabbed the pen that lay beside her bed. With a clutch of the diary, she started to write within the book, 28/3/1973 and left the book to the side of her bed for it to wait for the day and events ahead. 

Andrew

He woke to see a bow and arrow mounted on the wall, overtop of his oak desk with barely anything placed on top and an oak wood set of drawers with knight figurines from his childhood carefully displayed on the top of the furniture. Unlike Audace he immediately got out of bed and went to pick his outfit for the day ahead.