Cottage
Rating: K+ for the meantime
Dedicated to faLLen-anGel-19-SasuSaku
Set in Medieval Times
Cheers!
G.S.
It was in this little cottage where we shall start, my dear readers. It was a charming, humble abode, inside the very heart of the forest; a prospect to regard. A perfect depiction of quietude; the winds whispered unworriedly, revealing the fable of their excursion of the world. The honeyed sonnet of two blue jays corroborated the breezes' story, although we would never know, as we don't understand their tongue. Trees swayed, enjoying the yarn. The sun shone as well, granting the place the happiness it deserved.
And reader, I am not one bit dissatisfied with the picture.
The protagonist of our story, on the contrary, had been very much tedious while young. See, she was born with neutral colors; her eyes; a dreary gray color, her skin of a pallid complexion and her hair of faded black. It was until she knew of her tale; a poignant story of both resentment and abhorrence.
"Mama" She demanded, one day, the instant her mother completed her errands. "Why am I not allowed outside?"
She was seven years old that time.
Her mother sighed, wiped her wet hands on her apron and took her child to her knee. "My Sakura" She addressed (For such was the young girl's name) "I am with great lament to tell you the truth, since I deem that it is the occasion for you to know that--"
But the child was rash and she pounded her elfin hands to her own lap, demanding that she'd not be kept waiting.
Her mother kissed her tiny little forehead and smiled. "Wait my dear, for this is a long story. It started when your father and I received intelligence from an oracle; he prophesized that your splendor would surpass your aunt, who, at that point in time, was the most beautiful woman in the kingdom--"
Her daughter interrupted yet again, for, in revelation, she never knew she had an aunt.
"Yes my dear," Her mother held her closer to her bosom. "And she is our monarch at the moment. (But, no matter, we continue to our story) Now, your aunt was a striking girl, but she was a student of witchcraft and a scholar of Jealousy, which, upon hearing the divination, drove her to place a curse on you, to relieve you of your gift. She banned the royal family, and by that, I mean us--"
"So I'm really a princess?" Sakura inquired, and soared with delight upon being guaranteed the truth. "I'm a real princess!"
Her mother unwearyingly waited for her to snuggle down before she continued her chronicle.
"Well, we fled to this cottage while your father stayed to rule. However, he was no match in opposition to the power of evil and he--" Here, she let two tears fall in memory of her husband. "--Passed away. To ensure that her position as a beautiful woman will be safe, she forbade you to go out of the domicile, otherwise…"
And it was at this juncture that she finally stopped. Her daughter, for children like her possessed such curiosity, asked her mother to carry on, but then her mother stood up and said, "Now's not the time. For now, let us just enjoy the night."
Subsequently, as she had conclusiveness, Sakura opened her eyes to the more simple things in existence and learned to take pleasure in it. For it was in enjoying little objects that she permitted a bit of sunshine enter her, and with Joy and Fate, returned her back to her magnificence, for Fate can never be undone… Not even a potent spell such as her aunt's.
Now, I am apologetic to inform you that I had, in my introduction, forgotten to tell you that in that cottage lived two more inhabitants. I had forgotten to include that the cottage itself was divided, by a barrier, in half. And I forgot to tell you that it was a loyal knight and his young nephew who live there.
And for that, I am very truly sorry. But then I shall make it up to you by saying that the faithful cavalier's nephew had dark blue hair, dark eyes and a fair complexion. And his uncle called him Sasuke.