Game of Porcelain Thrones

In the the kingdom of Westlondos, lived Lady B, a woman of noble heart, yet cursed with a malady known as bipolar disorder. Her mood swung like a pendulum between the heights of great ardour and joy, and the depths of darkest despair. One day, she fell into such misery that her spirit descended into a dormant state, confined in the cage of a body that wouldn't leave its bed. Five months passed, until Lady B felt a warm touch on her face that woke her up from the slumber. It was her dog, Rosie, who led Lady B towards the door, where two travellers awaited.

The pair were known as Sevan and Kash, renowned in the realm for their strength and willingness to aid those in need without seeking gold or glory. Lady B looked around and, seeing the crumbling concrete walls in her garden, sought help from the wanderers. She asked them to cast away the great ruin that stood in her back garden into two Hippobags in the front garden. Soft yet durable skips awaited to be filled, yet Lady B worried that they were not set up properly, and went to seek the advice of her neighbour wizard. Meanwhile, Sevan and Kash laboured tirelessly, hauling blue bags with rubble into the front of the manor.

As Lady B had not found the wizard in his tower, together with the travelling volunteers, she adapted the Hipposkips' placement the best to their collective knowledge, then aided Sevan and Kash on their quest, mustering her hidden strength to move the debris. When she saw that the back garden began to reclaim its former beauty, Lady B led the travellers into a chamber that concealed the seat of the kingdom of Westlondos. It was not made of gold or iron, but porcelain, fragile yet enduring. The throne was a symbol of the tyrannical power of depression that had ruled over Lady B's life for so many months. It had to be tossed into the abyss of a Hipposkip and be forgotten forever. Sevan and Kash hurled the loathsome emblem of oppression onto a heap of rubble, where it crushed into pieces with a pitiful clangour.

After an hour and a half of the struggle, Lady B felt that peace and solace slowly returned to her garden, when she watched Rosie reclining on an outdoor sofa and the volunteers sipping the cold water she had offered them. Bidding the travellers goodbye, the lady was determined to find the zeal and strength to continue the quest of bringing the light back to the garden on her own.