The small fairyless boy slowly made his way up to the stone rising where
the young princess waited. He stopped as she turned around, and averted his
eyes at her stunned expression. Pain was obvious on his face as he winced
at her unrecognizing face. He turned the small instrument in his hands and
gently laid it on the stone ground. Just as the young girl eyed the item
she gasped and watched as the young boy fled, barely dodging her handmaid.
He slowed his pace to barely a jog as he rounded the corner to the market noting how easier it was to sneak in than it was to get out. He looked around the once barren market and noted the small changes that had occurred. He stopped to look more diligently but to no avail. The small ranch girl was nowhere in sight.
He made his way up the small set of steps and slowed as he sat down and rested against an engraved stone. She wouldn't have recognized him anyway. Nobody would. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His mind wondered to a certain small sage. A smile crossed his face as he thought of his young friend. He searched his tunic for the small token of friendship. Getting frustrated he stood up and began to take off the small garment. Just as he had gotten the belt undone a small giggle reached his ears. He quickly lifted his belt as his face turned a deep shade of red. He looked around for the source but no one was there. He stood there wondering where the small gift had gone. And then he realized she had forgotten too, they all had forgotten. On the verge of tears the young once forest boy ran towards the temple.
The young boy had barely caught his breath as he entered the sacred temple. He eyed the somber surroundings and made his way up the steps to the sword blanketed with light. He sighed as he let his hands grip the hilt of the sword. He pulled up with all of his strength and as a blue light surrounded him a familiar voice let out a shriek that rang through the great hall…
He slowed his pace to barely a jog as he rounded the corner to the market noting how easier it was to sneak in than it was to get out. He looked around the once barren market and noted the small changes that had occurred. He stopped to look more diligently but to no avail. The small ranch girl was nowhere in sight.
He made his way up the small set of steps and slowed as he sat down and rested against an engraved stone. She wouldn't have recognized him anyway. Nobody would. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His mind wondered to a certain small sage. A smile crossed his face as he thought of his young friend. He searched his tunic for the small token of friendship. Getting frustrated he stood up and began to take off the small garment. Just as he had gotten the belt undone a small giggle reached his ears. He quickly lifted his belt as his face turned a deep shade of red. He looked around for the source but no one was there. He stood there wondering where the small gift had gone. And then he realized she had forgotten too, they all had forgotten. On the verge of tears the young once forest boy ran towards the temple.
The young boy had barely caught his breath as he entered the sacred temple. He eyed the somber surroundings and made his way up the steps to the sword blanketed with light. He sighed as he let his hands grip the hilt of the sword. He pulled up with all of his strength and as a blue light surrounded him a familiar voice let out a shriek that rang through the great hall…