Prologue
Running through the dark woods, with nothing else but a lantern showing the way with its fiery light, he looked behind him to make sure he wasn't being followed. With every branch that cracked or every nameless creature that disrupted the quietness of Black Pine Forest, he grew hesitant and anxious. Slowing down, he jogged up the cobblestone path to a Cottage with smoke rising from the chimney. 'she's here!' he thought to himself. Knocking anxiously on the door, the man yelled out;
"Geneva! Geneva! Quickly...Open the door!"
With a Strained squeak and rusty reply, the door opened to reveal an elderly woman with long silver hair braided in one running down her back.
"Falcon! It is not safe to be roaming these parts at night, Come in quickly" Geneva replied, pushing Falcon into the safety of her cottage.
Falcon, trying to catch his breath, sat near the fireplace where a Cauldron hung and a potion Brewed. Geneva sat opposite him with curious eyes as she poured him a steaming cup of herbal tea.
"It's true…The Queen has advocated the throne and ran away. It's all true" Falcon panted as he lay back.
At that moment, Geneva stopped pouring and listened intently.
"S-She has denied the hand of the King…SHE'S RUNNING AWAY GENEVA!" Falcon continued madly. "..N-now that she has left, the King has but one chance remaining to find a bride" He ended smiling slyly. Geneva got up from her position and walked over to the Window. In the distance, away from the fog and gloom that was Black Pine forest, Geneva saw the towers of the Royal palace above the leafless trees. The warmness of the Capital. The warmness of the King's bed. And she grew anxious for it.
"This is our chance Falcon…" Geneva replied finally. Turning to her cauldron she whispered;
"..The throne will finally be mine for the taking"
Falcon sipped on his Tea and listened to Geneva's fantasies.
"…Once I am Queen…everything will fall under my rule. No more living in a cottage and hunting to survive and brewing potions for everlasting life…I WILL BE ROYALTY!" Geneva snarled and erupted into a grotesque cackle.
"….but Geneva…how will the King fall in love with you and make you his bride when you're over 200 years old? Excuse me for saying this but…you're no Cinderella ya' kno" Falcon replied, downing the last of his tea.
"..You need not worry yourself on that dear Falcon..." Geneva replied slyly, turning her gaze towards the Cauldron whose potion began to emit a purple haze.
Finally understanding everything, Falcon grinned a most evil grin possible.
"….ALL HAIL QUEEN GENEVA!" Falcon mimicked as both laughed evilly. Waiting for morning to approach.