Somewhere in the deep forest, a man let out a roar as the last remaining assassin slashed at his chest. In frustration, the man seized the assassin's throat, and sliced off the legs and arms, leaving it to die alone. Before he let go however, he threw it head first into the ground, making sure nobody alive left this place. After letting the rain wash the blood off his chest, the man dived into the trees and entered his house.

A woman sat in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace, singing to a baby in her arms. The man dropped his sword, and whispered, "Petunia...It's born?"

"If you mean it by she, then yes, she is born. Come Charles, wipe off your sweat and enjoy what is brought to life." The woman called Petunia beckoned. Charles took off his boots, and rushed forward to the baby. He spread his arms wide and picked up the sleeping baby. Lightning struck, and in the distance, the thunder rumbled.

The baby woke suddenly, but didn't cry. It only gazed at the big, burly man in wonder.

"Charles, look." Petunia said. Charles glanced at the woman and directed his eyes to where she pointed. He went over to the finger's direction, and looked out the window. He smiled, it stopped raining. The sun shone over the clouds, making a rainbow. It's like the world is celebrating his daughter coming to the world.

"We'll call her Sonny." Charles declared.

Petunia clucked her tongue, "Stop making jokes, Charles. Nobody would bow down for Princess Sonny."

Charles' face darkened, "My wife, no, my Queen. It's no longer safer here. Bragul would always send more people after us, and I can not always defend them. Especially since we now have a baby with us."

"Is that it? You'll just abandon our kingdom like that? I know we're almost in the dark, but we still have some hope left. I expect better from you, Charles."

"Petunia!" His wife flinched at the tone of his voice. "Sorry," he lowered his voice, "Petunia. We have no hope anymore. Bragul has captured our castle, and majority of our people is obeying him."

"Only out of fear. Once the odds are against him, then our people will surely rise and help us."

"You don't get it, Petunia. We have lost. We must flee!"

Even though the baby didn't cry, the Queen restrained from a few tears falling down her cheek from her husband's raised voice. She stared at the fire, collecting her thoughts. "As long as the baby's real name is Allison," she said, staring into the fire.

The man sighed, but relieved that they weren't going to stay in this country any longer. "You do realize we will need to change our last name, right?" After no reply from her, the King gave his daughter back to her mother and rubbed his temples. "It is fine, I suppose, but do not let your hopes up. I predict we'll be hearing Sonny more than Allison."

Petunia turned her attention to him, and smiled despite the tears that escaped from her hold. "It hurts, Charles. It is like my honor and pride is being stripped away."

Charles kneel before her and stared into his wife's somber eyes. "It will come back, I promise. Everything will." The baby fell asleep again, and they sat in silence.

~Eighteen years later~

It's my birthday today, I thought, although it doesn't seem that special as it should. I glanced around the moody, French cafe that I was at. There was a mime playing an accordion, and judging on his makeup, he was sad. I spotted a girl in the corner, crying her eyes out while her friend tried to fix the mascara running down her face. The light bulb above me flickered for a few seconds, and then went out. So much for a 5 stars rated restaurant.

I played a game of Angry Birds before a bell rang and the door slammed close. I heard mutter and curses before successfully beating the level I was on and putting my phone away. I looked at the nostril flaring blonde girl for a second before realizing something was hugging her foot. "Is that...Zora?"

A blondish brunette stuck her hand in the air and yelled, "Hey Sonny! Haaaaaaaaappy..." My best friend Tawni then kicked Zora into the air. "BIRTHDAY!" Zora rolled into a ball and fell to her feet, arms wide open. I would have given her a ten, if she was facing me.

I made a raspberry noise and made a thumbs down. "If that's my birthday present, then I'm not taking you trick-or-treating, going to see Santa, or eating your vegetables anymore."

"Pssh, I don't care. I found out Santa is fake!" She stuck her tongue out and then went to examine the mime who surprisingly got happy again.

Tawni sat in a seat across from me and sighed, "Sorry, I had to bring my little sister."

"No it's fine. The more the merrier right?"

Tawni rolled her eyes, and then looked around the place. "Is this where you are spending your birthday?"

"No," I scoffed, twirling my hair, "this place is lame. I was just going to, um, leave, yeah." I leaned into her, "Why? Do you know anywhere cooler? Can you take me, because I'm really bored here and I'm broke!"

"Calm down Sonny! Besides..." She flipped her hair, "I might know this secluded party and have two passes to get in..."

"Aw thanks Tawni! You're the best!" I tried to give her a hug, but she dodged it by standing up. Her chair fell to the floor behind her making another chair fall. The Maitre'D scolded us and Tawni put her hands up to show that she's sorry. She then looked at me.

"Who said I'm taking you? I might have a date!" I gave her a look and crossed my arms. If Tawni were to go out with somebody or even sees a cute guy, then she would tell me. "Or Zora! I might take Zora!"

I sighed, "Fine, this can be my birthday present."

"Great, because that's who's the ticket is for! You! I hope you got a dress because this is the most famous party and only particular people are invited."

"How do you get to get in then?"

"I may have...saved the life of the host..." She drawled out.

"Let me guess, you set out a snake and stopped him from walking into it, didn't you?"

"It wasn't a snake, it was Mr. Gwub Gwub." She pouted her mouth, but I didn't care. I gave her my sunniest smile and nearly tackled her to give me a hug. I flipped the table in turn, but at least the hostess wasn't there.

The accordion started playing loudly and wildly. Without letting go of Tawni, we glanced to where Zora and the mime were. The mime was spreading his arms out and shaking his head, motioning that he didn't know what Zora was doing. I then stopped hugging Tawni and placed my hands at my hip, watching Zora lifting her legs and hunching her back like a monkey.

"Sonny? Are you finished yet? You've been up there for an hour already!" Tawni called from outside my bedroom's door. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, turning myself around for a few seconds. I smiled, I feel like a princess. I was wearing a dress my mom got me for my birthday and curled my hair, straightening my bangs. I had on a simple, red dress and adore a pearl necklace. I admired myself before Tawni called for me again.

I snapped out of my thoughts and yelled, "I'm coming!" I picked up my shoes and opened the door.

Tawni cheered, "Look at you! If you were wearing blue, then I would have thought you were Cinderella!" I gave her a hug and proceeded to walk down the stairs, but she caught my arm. "Just to make sure, I'm Cinderella tonight, right?"

"Yes Tawni. Nobody is as pretty as you. Not even me." She smiled and picked up her blue poofy dress, walking down the stairs. I muttered, "Even if it's my birthday..."

"Sonny!" My mother came to me and held both sides of my face. She gave me a kiss on the forehead, and whispered into my ear, "You truly are a queen."

I took a step back, "What?"

"It's a figure of speech, dear. Charles, come look at Sonny!" She left the room quickly, calling for my dad. I furrowed my eyebrows, wouldn't most moms call me a princess instead of a queen? Queens are usually snobbish and cruel, unless a really good princess took the queen off her throne and that made her queen. Isn't taking the queen off her throne unfair though? I shook my head. No, she meant princess. You know most moms, they don't know how to act young.

My 7 foot tall dad came into the living room and gave me a bone breaking hug. "Dad, I can't breathe!" I panted.

He released me and gave me a pat on my back, "You look beautiful as always, Sonny."

"Now now, this is not prom. Besides, there's a much more beautiful girl here!" Tawni stepped in between us. She posed, showing off her dress. My dad gave her a pat on the back again, which made her almost fall.

"We await for you by twelve o'clock, Cinderellas. Your mother and I have a surprise. Don't keep me waiting." My dad waved at us as Tawni and I exited my house. I waved back and then closed the door.

"So, who is hosting the party?" I asked, as we called for a Taxi.

I sat at a table in the shadows of my party, watching as girls got drunk and boys tried to flirt but failed miserably. I waited for the special one, the one I hosted the party all along, but it seems like she wasn't coming. Am I missing something here? I could get any girl I want in the world, but I couldn't get this girl named Aria to see my love.

I drank my beer and then crushed the can as I finished it. I grabbed another one and sighed. Are people only here for my looks and fame? Am I never going to find a true love? There was a roar as two girls came into the club I rented. A light shone on them, and for a second, I saw Aria, the most beautiful girl I will ever see. Then my brain focused and I just saw some brunette in a red dress. Her friend that was dressed as a princess pulled her away and I clicked my tongue. Red for sexy slut, blue for secure showoff. Hmmph.

I played my list through my head, and didn't recognize the red girl. I did find out that the blue was Tawni Hart, who tried to kill me. I snorted as I remembered how she flipped her hair and announcing herself loud and clear like she was somebody famous. Then when I walked past her, somebody threw a snake at me from out of nowhere. It was a fake one, yet she got so scared, she jumped into my arms. After choking me and yelling that she needed a birthday present for her friend, I gave her an invitation. What harm could it have done? The red is probably her friend.

"Yo Chad? Are you there?" A finger snapped in front of me. I snapped out of my thoughts, and glanced at the almost wasted girl sitting next to me.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, "What do you want, Penelope?"

"What do I want? What do YOU want, Chad? This is your party and you're not even dancing!"

"I don't want to hear it. Just go back and kiss your boyfriend while you still got him." I glanced over to Devon, who was grinding against another girl.

"Ah, I know what this is about." She closed her eyes and nodded her head. For a moment, it almost looked like she was falling asleep.

"You're drunk, Penelope. You don't know what you're do-" She grabbed the top of my head and moved it so I saw the red girl. Instead of dancing like all the other sluts, she sat by herself, denying every person who goes up to her. Just like me.

"Forget Aria, Chad. So she's not coming, it doesn't mean it's the end of the world. Find someone else and make Aria regret never coming here! Maybe that mystery girl that's playing hard to get."

I tore her hand away from me and looked away. I mumbled, "She's not playing hard to get."

"And how would you know that? Maybe Chad Dylan Cooper can soften her up?"

"Stop it Penelope. I think you just lost your boyfriend." I marked, staring at Devon who was squeezing a girl's ass and shoving his tongue down her throat.

"What?" She turned to where her boyfriend was and then sighed, "I just lost a bet. Anyway, this is not about me, this is about you. Go chase her before she gets away like Aria!" The red girl stood up, and I had a perfect view of her legs. Tawni came running in front of my table, and her friend caught her before she got too far away. Now she's four steps in front of me, and I have a perfect view of her ass. Great.

I shook my head, "No, I would rather spend my days alone instead of betraying Aria."

"What is there to betray?! You two are not even an item!" She sighed, "Fine."

I smirked, glad she gave up on pestering me. I leaned back, ready to down all my beer in one gulp when I felt a push on my back. I stumbled out of the chair and barely missed the red girl. Instead, I spilled all my drink on Tawni. Oops.

"My dress! Thanks a lot Sonny!" She stomped away, and I blinked at her. So Tawni hadn't seen me coming?

I put the empty can on the table next to me, "I'm sorry. I must have ruined your friendship." I put up my hand, shrugging my shoulders, hoping the red girl would accept my apology.

"It's okay. She had it coming since she abandoned me on my birthday. I'm Sonny Munroe, by the way. You are?" She said, shaking my hand.

I smiled, and then frowned when she didn't know who I am. "You don't know me? I'm hosting this party!"

"You are? I'm sorry...um, you're Rad Pooper?"

"Not even close. I'm Chad Dylan Cooper. What type of name is Sonny and Rad Pooper?"

"What type of name is Chad Dylan Cooper? I actually like Rad Pooper better!" She crossed her arms and sat in the chair beside her.

I snorted and brought a chair to me. "So it's your birthday today?"

"Eighteenth in fact."

"Well, happy birthday. Pretend this party is for you." I then mumbled lowly, "Since this party is ruined for me."

"Thanks, but I don't think I like this party either. There are some things I would change. Or maybe everything." She looked around in disgust.

"Oh really? You think you can make this party better than the most famous person in the world?"

"Yes, really. Besides, how come I haven't heard of you until tonight?"

"Well be my guest, since you have been living under a rock."

Sonny scoffed, "Well, I would get rid of this loud, horrible music and change it to something so there's never a time where it's awkward." I gave her an "Are you serious" look, but she just continued on. "I would also have proper lighting, not these moving, bright, multicolored light that makes it difficult to know who you are talking to." She cleared her throat, "Also, I would only let my friends come, not some rich, snobby people."

"Wow, you just described the most horrible party I've ever imagined. I mean, is that even a party? It sounds like some tea party with your stuff animals." She crossed her arms and looked away. "Sonny..."

"I only have one, okay? It's just always there when I need it."

I smirked, and then glanced at the DJ when my favorite tango song came up. Penelope gave me a thumbs up and moved her hips to show that I should dance with Sonny. She bumped into the DJ beside her, and I nearly laughed aloud.

I stood up and offered my hand to Sonny. She took it, and I asked, "Do you know how to dance?"

"I may know more than you." She said, her eyes sparkling. I led her through into the dance floor, and she was not lying. A spotlight shone on us, the crowd moved to lend us room. We pressed against each other tightly, our heads held high. I dipped her, and she showed off her leg. When we released, she moved her hips. It was a competition between us, to see who's a better dancer.

After the song ended, we were breathing heavily against each other. Sonny grinned, "You are a better dancer than you look."

"A better dancer than you are." I said right back. She let go of my hands, but I pulled her back. "Please let me have this night with you."

"I'm sorry, it's almost midnight and I need to get home. We can meet tomorrow if you want though." The crowd started filling in as another funky song played. She tried to pull away, but I kept her close.

"Please, every time I wait for someone, they never show up. I'll give you a night of wonder, and it doesn't have to be here."

"Another time, maybe. I really need to get home." I held her against me, and leaned in for a kiss, but she managed to push me away. "Chad! Maybe that's why they never show up! You're too clingy! We barely met!"

That struck me hard. She left the dance floor, and I followed her. Sonny began, "Look, I'm sorry, but my father has strict rules. I don't like to disappoint him."

"Then let me drive you home. Your friend Tawni already left and you can't get a taxi at this time of day. At least let me repay you for your time." I added the last part quickly when I saw the look on her face. She considered it for a moment, and then nodded. We left the club and I fumbled for my keys. I unlocked my car and got in. She followed shortly, and before starting the car, I said, "You know, you really did brightened up my party."

The rest of the car ride was silent except for the occasional directions from Sonny. When her house came into view, Sonny tensed up. After we got closer, I saw why.

The first floor's windows are all shattered, the door was swung open, and there are drops of blood on the cement. Unless Sonny lives in a murder house, this is not good.

Sonny rolled down the window and called, "Mom!" A woman in the shadows then came into view, and Sonny ran out of the car. I pulled the brakes and then ran out to them.

"Mom! What happened? Where's Dad?" Sonny asked.

"Sonny! Your father..." Her mother panted, "You must run! They're here! Run and save yourself before they overpower your father!"

"W-what do you mean? Dad, dad..." She looked at her house and started to run toward her house. In the doorway, I saw a huge, bearlike man slashing at four other men. There was an empty space in front of him, and that confused me. Wouldn't you have a man in the front to distract the enemy? Then I realized that one of the people must have got out of the house and were sneaking up on Sonny.

I yelled, "Sonny no!" I ran toward her as a person three times her size jumped out of the window and in front of her. I pushed her away, and my back then burned in agony. "Mrs. Munroe! Get your daughter!" Her mother came and I turned around and kicked the man in his nuts. "Sonny, Mrs. Munroe, get in the car!"

"I'm not leaving without my dad!" Sonny screamed.

"You won't?" I panted, and then picked her up bridal style. "Well, you will then! Come, Mrs. Munroe!" I dumped her in the backseat, and climbed into the front. Sonny's mom entered the opposite side of Sonny and I started the car. What was exactly going on here? I began driving in the route to my house, and then dialed 911. I know it's illegal to call and drive, but this is a life threatening position. What a birthday gift for Sonny.

Hi weird people who clicked on this story and actually liked what they read. I am suppose to update on a chapter of my first story, but I can't seem to write what will happen next. It all seems horrible. It doesn't help that I hate the story either. Anyway, I promised that I will update, but I can't do that yet. So, without breaking my promise, I made another story, in order to make up for my bad, bad story. Now, you may be confused about why I can write this one, but not the other one. Well, I recently had a dream, and most of my story writing is about my dreams. Also, I wanted to do something with lost princesses. Please review about what you hate, what you want, and all that. A new chapter every tenth, twentieth, or thirtieth day. Hopefully, by August tenth, you will have a chapter from both stories of mine!