AN: I'm trying this out so hopefully I'll get SOME reviews. I'm not sure if I'll have time to update, but that kinda depends on how many reviews I get. To explain the summary, this is set loooong before there were wizards or the dark ages. This takes place in a world were magic and magical creatures could live among humans without hate and racism thrown at them. Anywho, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I'm not making this for a profit, I don't own any Harry Potter characters.


Prolong

Missing?

It's a quiet summer's night. The sun sets over the sleeping flowers and weeping grass that make up the lush meadow. A castle gleams in the distance to the north. At the edge of a gentle forest lies a village. The sun finally sets and everything is bathed in darkness. All is silent; sleeping.

Now aloud, in the distance, hoof beats shake the ground. A faint glow is seen in the distance, by the castle wall. Louder and louder! Brighter and brighter! So close now, with the ground trembling and the heat of that orange glow drawing nearer. It is tiring, even to those uninvited to this stage.

Out of the brush, black as death and just as fast, a horse appears. A cloaked rider is seen directing it's movements. A torch in one hand and the reins in the other. Nestled in the crook of the right arm is a small bundle. The horse and its rider turn back to look at the castle. Hurt and betrayal evident in the amber depths of the eyes.

Turning back around, the horse jumps over a small river, causing the rider to lose grip on the torch. It falls into the river, and the forest is once again black.

As the horse reaches the edge of the village, the rider jerks the reins and the horse stops with a grunt. The rider swings down to the ground dropping the hood in the process. Long, flowing violet hair frames a tan face. Two amber jewels stare down at the squirming bundle.

"Hush, little one. I promise the court will not touch you." The gentle voice of a young woman calms the child down. She walks toward the village with her bundle. "Welcome to Lamea, your new home. Live long Princess Clairese. Live happy, Clara."

Few days passed before the countryside was scoured for the 'missing princess'. Even the small, empty city of Lamea. "City of Lamea! Hear my cry! I, the great Baron of Wersenri, Lucifer, do here by declare that if anyone is found with the Princess Clairese they shall be BEHEADED! And if no one gives any information on her whereabouts when questioned, I shall personally make the rest of your life living hell! This is my niece, people! And I want her back! That is all."


AN Numero 2: OK, that's done and over with! Let me know if you see any mistakes! And remember, Reviews make my muse happy, and a happy muse means more chapters!