This is also a shameless plug of my new story here.
This is its foreword "Amaranthine". Click the poster to redirect!

After a great journey to the world uncharted,
The Fool returned to the hearth that she belonged to
Innocent was she but never retarded,
She discerned, "why is everything out of the blue?"
Fragments were eerie and some things were different
The empire faced an inglorious descent

Something had corrupted the equilibrium,
An entity with a vast godlike power
Permanence should find this rising delirium, 
Reality would become an absolute blur
Resulting to an alternative universe,
The truth: eaten by the atrocious curse

The Fool offered nothing but her experiences
From the journey she trekked with grand optimism
Doltish to accuse these as coincidences
Her unseen light became spectrum through a prism
Her golden heart that weighed lighter than feather
Born under the moonlight of love and aether

She came across the false sorcerer of the domain
Who obtained money from fraudulent phantasms,
The young ruthless ruler at the height of his reign
He imposed childish orders and twisted systems,
The prime counselor to the juvenile leader,
The one true gray eminence holding the ladder

She encountered the misanthropic strategist
Mostly known for his devious plans and wild dreams,
The remorseful general, once war catalyst
Brought death to his comrades because of his dire whims,
The delusional champion with his flawed thinking
His sense of justice brought a mess of suffering

She stumbled upon the notorious scoundrel
Superior to all miscreants altogether,
The fabled hero who held the victor's candle
Cursed with immortality to live forever,
The wicked scientist and his search for a cure
His procedures were horrifying and impure

She met the unknown brilliance of her nation
Living at the streets, thought to hold onto his dream,
The haunted archknight who went missing in action
For his demons and taken souls tormented him,
The cynical doctor who traveled shire to shire
To restore his healing craft, 'twas his great desire

All the twelve men represented twelve obstacles
For The Fool to overcome with all her valor
They owned twelve items; vessels of the miracles
That would void the curse; the balance she would restore
For years, The Fool believed she was great at none
Little did she know, her journey had just begun