Princess.1
A.N. Hiiiyo! I went to my friend's Christmas Eve party and read the whole Mär series, so i was like, "Hey, why not write a fic, right? D:" Haha. It was really pathetic too, since everyone around me is playing Rock Band, dancing, and getting drunk, but I'm over there reading mangas. Haha, loser.
Please enjoy reading my first Mär fic on my new account!
(And for you sticklers... Just by being an "author" on this site obviously means that you didn't write the real thing, so why state it? But for the record, I did not write Mär. Nobuyuki Anzai did.)
According to the elders, I am the true princess of Lestava. I grew up in the castle as a peasant, not knowing my birthright. I watched the rise of Lestava and my wondrous mother behind it all. And I watched Snow, the unworthy "princess" who threw away everything I wanted. The only way to obtain my inheritance is to get rid of the only girl standing in my way... Dear Hiro, please watch over me.
"I haven't seen them, never!" Shrieked the yellow toad; hysterical and sort of amusing it was. I put my knife to his throat.
"That's not what your children said, dear friend." I said in my normal, fed up tone.
His eyes grew big. "You didn't to my children!? Where are them? Oh dear God!" He babbled away, desperate to escape.
I slammed him against the cave wall, not caring that blood was getting on my hands. "I don't know if you wanna know what happened to your children or what's going to happen to you, but if you don't start talking, Toad, then I'll make sure it's more unpleasant than it has to be."
He sighed, unable to hide his information any longer. I knew the old fool would talk eventually, tch. I put him down as he spoke. "Them kids passed by here a week ago. They were heading south, but that's all I know! I swear!"
I looked deep into his orange eyes, seeking for a lie. He wasn't lying. Damn. "Thanks." I replied with a polite half-smile and walked away.
I sensed he ran away as soon as I was out of sight. "Man, that was pure luck guessing he had children... Hah." I said out loud. I pulled out a transportation ärm. "Transportation ärm, to Reginleif Field!"
I'll catch up just yet, "Princess" Snow.