Fat Cat Compendium

Once upon a time in a world where cars and radios, computers and micro management didn’t exist, there lived a beautiful woman trapped forever in an ivory tower, mourning her lost love. Her idle hours were spent in embroidery and painting, arts of the female wiles while she awaited the return of her beloved prince to come and solve the binding puzzles that kept her from leaving the awesome tower in its lush, verdant fields amid its vast grove.

Rumors and legends sprang forth that the lovely Damiana had been placed there at birth; that her fabled beloved never existed and had yet to find her. That her beauteous looks were the wellspring of what was considered truly beautiful; that all maidens must be of flawless alabaster skin with flowing raven hair, luminous violet blue eyes and never appeared to age.

Stories and riddles surrounded the ivory tower that had stood for decades. Narratives and fables covered everything in vast detail, yet the most constant and abiding knowledge of the tower and its illustrious maiden was never reported.

No one who came to the tower ever left it. No single prince or male of noble blood ever left that sky sweeping home. No single sign was ever to be seen by the outside world that anything untoward had happened to the men. Fable simply chalked it up to the youthful males never being worthy enough to find it and found them seeking other quests and passages into manhood.

None but two knew what happened within the tower and amid its abundant gardens and rich landscape. None but Damiana …

… And her daughter.