The prince ran forwards and stabbed the vicious beast, and as the sword pierced its emerald green scaled he jumped backwards as the dragon, giving one last terrible cry, burst into flames, as purple as the sky behind the setting sun. The princess ran forwards, embracing her lover and he looked down upon her and turned her face up to his, wiping away her tears and kissing her. After a minute overflowing with pent-up passion and desires, he broke away, and he handed her up onto his beautiful stallion, as black as the night-sky, and together they rode, away into the sunset.
"And they all lived happily ever after, right Sofie?" The little girl curled up by the fire asked.
"Of course they did Maddie, they always do." If only it were quite so simple in real life, Madelia's older sister Sofira thought to herself. She smiled at her innocent little sister.
Fathi stamped his small foot. "Maddie all the stories you choose are so soppy! I want to read a REAL story, about fighting wild beasts and the like." Sofie laughed before answering her younger brother.
"But Fathi, that story had lots of dragon fighting in it! Do you remember the big green dragon the prince had to destroy to save the princess?" She smiled at the little boy.
"Oh I supposed so Sofie, but still. Can't we ever read one that's ALL about fighting and stuff?"
"Of course we can angel, tomorrow when you choose. But now it is off to bed for you two, remember you must rise early tomorrow for your lessons." She stood up, brushing her waist-length black curls away from her face, and picked up her little sister and putting her in bed, doing the same with Fathi and then ringing for the nurse-maid, the kind old woman who had nursed Sofie when she was but a brown little baby, Edalene. Parting the embroidered silk curtains she met Edalene as she left.
"Edel dearest, I have put both of the little ones in their beds. I shall leave you to it." She said this with a smile, as both ladies new that this was a difficult deed, to get the two children to relax and float off to the wonderful world of the imagination.
"Thankyou Batih, now you make haste to your chamber, a long day awaits us all tomorrow." Edel had always called Sofie Batih, meaning 'angel heart' in Makarin. Sofie touched her head in respect to the older woman, Edel doing the same out of respect for the Makritania, the Crown Princess, and with that they parted, Edel entering the nursery and Sofie making her way along the corridor to her rooms. She slid the lattice door open, then parting the curtains she entered her room.
This was undoubtedly her favourite place in the palace. She had felt every emotion to be felt within these walls, and her magical hazel orbs shined upon entering and seeing the beautiful sunset, almost as purple as the one she imagined from the story book, through her large windows.
She crossed the room and looked out at the large open spaces of the Taethin desert. The ruddy brown sand seemed to shine in the fading light, the picture was magical to Sofie, and that night as she feel into a deep sleep she dreamt of the magic she could feel.
That morning she rose with the waking sun, in Makrita most did so, the wealthy to attend the Morning Prayer service and the poor to start work on their fields, after praying to small shrines in their homes.
But Sofie rose for neither reason. She dressed quickly in riding dress, a richly dyed green silk shirt and a pair of quite fitted tan-coloured pants that finished mid-calf. She wore a pair of sandals and tied up her curls, then after quickly offering a prayer to Mokai at the small alter in her room, she quickly made her way down to the stables. She passed a tree bearing papna, a large orange fruit that looks remotely like a banana, taking two and biting into one of them, feeling its sweet tang filling her mouth and hitting her eager taste-buds like rain to drought-ridden ground. Creeping up upon the stables, she saw a figure waiting outside. They were of an average height, dressed much the same as her except they wore a shirt of the palest blue.
"Padi", she called softly. The figure turned around and the perfectly straight locks of brown hair moved with her, the lady's hand moving up to brush her fringe from her pretty face, the large brown orbs focusing on Sofie. She was not quite as tall as Sofie, but she was just as beautiful, with the same perfectly honey complexion and perfectly sized lips.
"Sofira, you are late!" Padi said in a tone of mock disgust. "But aha! I see you have brought me a papna! You have redeemed yourself!"
Padi reached for the fruit but Sofie drew her hand away. "Pahana, Pahana, Pahana." She said, using Padi's full name, "always thinking with your stomach!" Although it was very true that Padi loved her food very much, you could not have picked it. She was slim, beautifully curved but with no excess weight about her. Padi pouted prettily and lunged at Sofie, but she had been ready and gracefully ducked away from her attacker. What she was not expecting though, was to have been rammed into not even a second after. Winded, Sofie was knocked to the ground and with Padi sitting triumphantly on top of her; she gave in and surrendered the glowing papna.
Padi stood up quickly and bit into the juicy fruit. "They are nice and ripe now! Mmmm… so where do we ride to today Sofie?" Going for a morning ride was their tradition. They rode through the desert at sunset, to the tribal community about a kilometre away called Fatrah, the Makarin word for fairy. This was a very special tribe, a very special alliance for the Makran kingdom to make as well. The people of the Fatrah tribe, true to their name, were fairies.
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