This is the story about a magic watercolor set that could paint the world before them whoever lays a hand on the brush.
There once was an old sorcerer who cursed a painter for using the wrong colors on his wife's portrait. The painter died yet the curse still lingered within the watercolor set which got him cursed. One day, 1965, a young man wanted to pursue his dream of becoming a famous painter, who could baffle any woman who looked at his work and make them fall in love with him. He would seek out for the most sacred of paint and pointiest of charcoal pencils, And he then came across the watercolor set. He took it home with him and set up his canvas. His dog, Marshal, a white poodle knocked into him and made him spill his color on the floor. The floor suddenly sparked up with grass, flowers and bees. (EDIT: They wanted more.)
The young man looked down at the ground in amazement, He had never seen such before. He picked up his brush and dropped a small drop of blue onto the floor, Which a small fish jumped out of. He jumped back, Startled that he had this much power in his fingertips. He got up off the hard wood floor, His boots clicked against each other as he stood. He painted his hand with a vibrant tangerine orange and planted it onto the wall. As he took his hand off the brick wall which was his studio, 73 monarchs exact came flying in through that single hand print to which was his own. He gasped and looked around in the color and world he had created and gazed at how the monarchs landed on the milkweed that had grew in the patch of grass on the floor. But what he didn't know...Was that it came with a price.