Hi everybody! This is my first adaptation of a fairy tail so it's probably going to start out a little shaky. But don't worry. It will get better, I promise!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach

Once upon a time, in the land of Hueco Mundo, there lived a beautiful princess. She had hair the color of an autumn evening, eyes the color of the sky at dusk, and skin as pale as the forever shining moon of Hueco Mundo. She was the most beautiful creature in the land. She was always featured at least once a week on "Hollows Magazine" and fashion companies like Cosmohollowtan always used her face as their model because in their customer's feverish desires to resemble her, they would exhaust themselves on their beauty products under the false impression that they would make them resemble her (of course this was untrue because no hollow could ever dream of attaining her standard of beauty. But that wouldn't stop the consumers from trying as hard as they could) The reason why Orihime was so beautiful was because she was a human.

Of course all hollows were once human, and arrancars obviously resemble them. But Orihime was not the spirit of a dead human, nor was she a hollow who had managed to remove her mask. Orihime was a living human who was descended from a royal family of humans who had ruled Hueco Mundo for many centuries. Each generation produced a ruler whose job was to control the number of hollows who resided in Hueco Mundo (whenever there were too many, some had to be sent into the World of the Living in order to maintain the sacred balance) and protect the Hogyaku. The hogyaku was a magical crystal which separated the boundary between Hollows and soul reapers. Soul reapers were spirits of the dearly departed whose job was to send refugees from the world of the living and Hollows exiled there, into the Soul Society, a kingdom neighboring Hueco Mundo.

The hogyaku could also be used to create Arrancar. Only the most powerful of all hollows got to be subjected to the hogyaku in order to become arrancars. And each year, anybody who wished to become one could submit their name followed by a list of the "progress" they had made. And the current ruler would confer with the ten nobles*, and his royal advisers, a trio of exiled Soul Reapers over which hollows were the most qualified to become arrancars. Then, each year in the Festival of Masks, the names of fifty hollows would be announced in an enormous podium. The chosen fifty, would step into the limelight, and the audience could experience the thrill of watching their masks get ripped off and begin to take a new shape. This ceremony was a huge affair in Hueco Mundo. Bets were placed over which hollows would get chosen. The event was riddled with excitement, anticipation, and fun. In a land like Hueco Mundo, where boredom was the norm, this festival was quite the buzz. However, the Hogyaku was quite a serious device and should it fall into the wrong hands, danger and chaos would spring like weeds.

Orihime lived in the castle of Las Noches with her Brother Sora, the Prince of Hueco Mundo. It was his job to control the kingdom, maintain the balance, and create arrancar. He was kind and just and despite the fact that he was a human, the hollows of Hueco Mundo were quite content under his rule. He established government funded public schools, a series of vital trade routes, boosted nationalism appointed diplomats to go into the Soul Society and negotiate peaceful treaties with the soul reapers and gave rights to all hollows, whether they be single-souled, gillians, adhuchas, or vasto lordes*. Never before had Hueco Mundo been so peaceful and functioning, and never before had it been on such good terms with the soul society.

Sora was loved by all of his subjects but not a single one of them could hold a candle to the love his sister had for him. He was her whole world. Not to mention her moon and her stars. She adored him with every fiber of her being and he loved her right back. Ever since their parents had died, he had spoiled her rotten, sparing no expense for her, and never being too busy to spend time with her. Orihime could not remember a single happy memory in her mind that didn't contain her beloved brother. Even though she had a legion of ladies in waiting and the nobles, her relationship with her servants felt superficial and the nobles spent all their time in their own sections of the palace. She only saw them when she spied on her brother's meetings with them (which weren't very frequent) and during the Hogyaku ceremony. All in all, her relationship with her brother was really the only solid one she had.

However, this did not mean that she distanced herself from her subjects. She loved to go on carriage rides with her brother throughout the streets and see the smiling faces of the common hollows as they lined up to say hello, delighted in giving charity to the poor and less fortunate, and always made it her business to know the status of her subjects and whether or not they were content. By the time she was thirteen, Orihime was a bubbly vivacious little girl who treated every day like a gift.

However, things were about to take a turn for the worst. For rumors of a hideous monster that had been plaguing the land soon found their way to the castle doors. Supposedly, in the Forest of Menos, a gillian breeding ground in the eastern region of Hueco Mundo there was a hideous rogue hollow unlike any other, causing destruction on a level that had never been achieved by any other hollow in history. The moment the Prince's ears caught a whiff of the rumors he took it upon himself to go to the Forest of Menos himself in order to investigate. Orihime nearly had a panic attack when she learned her brother was going into the forest of Menos, one of the most dangerous undocumented areas of the kingdom. She threw herself at her brother's feet and wept so pitifully that all of the nobles (who were in the room at the time) looked away uncomfortably. And although her brother's heart felt as though it was being torn to shreds, his obligation to his people forcefully peiced it back together. So with a fragile heart, and a shaky voice, he hugged Orihime to his chest until his arms felt limp, and promised her he would return in three days time.

Unfortunately, his promise turned to ashes because after six months, Orihime was still void of his presence. In a fit of hysteria, she had dispatched search party after search party to the Forest of Menos, in the hopes of finding information about her brother, but none returned. After a long period of denial, she was forced to accept the fact that her brother had most likely been devoured by the beast. She didn't know how she would continue living without him by her side.

Unfortunately, for Orihime, her problems were only beginning. The Council of Three (aka the soul reapers who were in charge of advising her brother) had been gleefully awaiting an opportunity like this for a period that exceeded Orihime or her brother's lifespan. They were tired of the portion of power they received as advisers and wanted a bigger dosage. Now that the Prince was out of the way, they could fully take charge. Since Orihime was too young to take on the business of running a country, the Council of Three declared themselves "Head Regents" The oldest regent took on the title "Lord Aizen" and the other two were henceforth known as "Director-General Tosen" and "Director-General Gin" With the help of the nobles (who resented Sora as much as they did) they completely changed the laws and government, establishing a Hollows-Hiearchy with arrancars and vasto lordes at the top, adhuchas in the middle, and Gillians and single-souled hollows at the bottom. They overtaxxed the common hollows, in order to fun their lavish lifestyles, draining them of all their money, which forced them to borrow money from the nobles and become minimum wage serfs who worked for them with no hope of ever paying off their debt. Anybody who was caught complaining about the new regime would be sentenced to an execution.

The Council and the nobles shut away Orihime, keeping her in a metaphorical golden cage. Aizen forbade her from ever leaving the castle or even stepping foot onto the grounds. Orihime was too depressed over her brother's supposed death to protest this new enforcement at the time and shut herself away into her room, apathetic and blind to the events unfolding around her. It was a long time before she realized that her brother would not have wanted her to waste away pining over him and that it was her duty to her subjects to put on a brave face and keep moving forward. Slowly but surely, her old self began to return. Unfortunately, by then Aizen and the nobles had completely ravaged the country. The happy cheerful Hueco mundo Orihime grew up in was no more.

*Gillians are created when a series of ordinary hollows are brought together by a lust for cannibalism. Then, the strongest hollow of the bunch takes full control of the newly formed Gillian's consciousness and begins to eat other gillians until it evolves into an adhucha. But adhuchas must constantly be eating and killing other hollows, or else they will devolve into gillians again and will never be able to change. Most adhuchas will stop increasing in power after a certain point, destined to remain adhuchas forever. But a lucky few have no such restrictions and can keep growing in power until they become vasto lordes, incredibly powerful hollows who are the closest a hollow can get to resembling a human without the Hogyaku.

*Espada