I am just a regular person who uses writing as a way to use imagination. I'm new at this so if it stinks I apologize in advance. I would love feedback, but please not too gory. Thanks.

Once upon a time in a not so far away land, there was a prince. A prince who was a bit of a hunk. All the girls in the kingdom loved the prince, for he was the most handsome of handsome. And one day he would be forced to choose a bride. The kingdom is in search of a woman so beautiful, so graceful, and very, very beautiful for their beloved prince. There were lines miles long of girls who were so hopeful that they, they would be the future queen. That they would be good enough for their prince, the kingdom hunk.

And then there was a girl, a nobody. The only thing she wished was to get away, and to live free. She had a much more unforchanite life. She was thankful for what she had, (which was basically nothing) but wished she could be like other girls who had beautiful gowns and obsessed over the prince. Her name was Myla. She was typically the village joke. Well Myla didn't have time to dwell on the things people said about her. She wore the dirtiest rags and had nothing to clean herself with, but she was a hard worker. Everything Myla had in her life she worked for, and hard for it. Myla lived with her father in a small cottage. Not just small but smaller than the shoe the old lady lived in. To Myla it was just the right size, but to her father well not so much. Her father wanted Myla to have a better life, but he had nothing to give her, except his love. Myla loved her father so. So much that when he got sick, well Myla didn't care about anything except her father. She loved him with all her heart, if he left her then she would surely have nothing.

"Father, you have returned!" exclaimed the excited prince Andrew. Andrew's father had just come back from a very important trade expedition. The prince's father was not one of the touchy feely type. Matter of fact, he was, well the polar opposite. " Leave me son, I have work to do. Oh, and find something more suitable to wear." said the stern, agitated king. Andrew had always felt like he was unwanted by his father. He seemed to be a bug his father just couldn't get rid of. The only thing the prince ever wanted (despite what most might think) was his father to be proud of him and love him. Although Andrew knew why his father did this.

Not so long ago, about 16 years, the king had met a beautiful princess. She was kind, loyal, brave, and very beautiful. The king was in long search of a bride, such as she, but had already been promised to another princess. The king begged and pleaded to his father to let him marry the beautiful princess that he was so deeply in love with. One night the king had decided to run away with the princess so they could be together. Right as the king was gathering his last few items he heard a voice. The king turned his head so fast it gave him whiplash. There before him stood one so powerful that he could be with his beautiful princess. The person who snuck up on him had something no one else in his kingdom had, magic. All the king wanted was to be with his princess. So, the king made a deal with the oh, so powerful one. The deal was, that the king and his beautiful princess could be together, but the price was their firstborn. The king reluctantly made a deal with the strange figure and then he was gone. Several days later the king and the beautiful princess were wed. After the queen found out that they were expecting a child the king searched long and hard for the shadowy figure he had once seen on that gloomy night. Well, eventually the king did find the figure. It turns out the figure was a beautiful enchantress. The king begged and pleaded the enchantress to let the royal couple keep their child. Right as the enchantress was about to speak a royal guard had appeared. The queen was about to give birth to the kingdom's new air. The king suddenly, but swiftly turned around, the enchantress was gone. As soon as the king returned to his mighty castle he ran to his wife. The beautiful queen had a big blue bundle in her arms. "Leave us," said the king in a stern voice. The king explained to the queen of the deal he had made to the mysterious enchantress. The queen was not mad, but had made up her mind that they were to seek out the shadowy figure and to change the deal the king had made. The king had decided he would pay the price as long as his beautiful queen and his newborn son were safe. After a few long weeks the enchantress had come to pick up the newborn baby. The king once again begged the enchantress to let him keep the young and innocent babe. Then in a strong confident voice the queen said, " I am willing to pay any price to keep my baby safe. I would give my life for him." Suddenly, out of no where the queen and the beautiful enchantress disappeared. The king caught the tired newborn and fell to his knees. His beloved queen was gone. For the next 15 years the king ignored his son. For he was a reminder of the deal he had made and his queen's death.

Myla had worked for hours after hours, like she did everyday. Finally she could go to the wash tub and then do her favorite thing. Read, Myla loved to read because it took her on adventures that she can never go on. Myla loves the daring sword fights, the lovely maidens, the handsome princes, and best of all… the majestic and mysterious creatures. She loved the happy endings. At least some one could have one she thought. If only she could get off the farm, out of the village, she could have what she always wanted… to be free. But, sadly Myla knew she could never leave. Her father loved the farm too much. And she loved her father too much. After all, it was where her parents met. Myla's mother died in childbirth. They didn't think Myla would make it, but she pulled through. She was a tiny, skinny baby, she is still pretty skinny, but beautiful. Myla was the prettiest girl in the village. Or at least she would be, she was always dirty. You could never really see her face because of Myla's hard work in the fields she had dirt on her face. Although Myla didn't get out much anyways. She had medium length jet-black hair, rose-red lips, sea-blue eyes, and had a very shy, but cute personality. Myla didn't care how pretty she was or how great her personality was, she just wanted to be free. She wasn't like most girls who would waste the day away by dreaming abut prince Andrew. But, then again she was Myla didn't get much time to do things like that. She did have a bit of I guess you could say interest in the prince. How could you not she thought to her self. He has these green eyes that you could just drown into, and beautiful golden locks that look like silk. Oh, and not to mention his smile. Now that smile, so white you can see your reflection, so pretty you could just stare and never look away. But, a no one much less a prince could never love Myla. She was just a poor farmer's daughter. Surely nothing exciting could ever happen to her. Or so she thought.

"Spread the word," exclaimed Andrew. He was so excited. He finally gets to see his people. It had been literally forever since he had seen the kingdom. Reluctantly, the king agreed to let Andrew go to one of the small balls that will be located in the East Town Village. Andrew loved his people so, except when there were mob chasing him around with merchandise they wanted him to kiss. He was also hoping to meet a girl. He was in a relationship, but it didn't work out. Unforchanetly, Andrew's father had betrothed Andrew with a selfish, beautiful, rude girl named Clarissa. All she ever talked about was herself. She was awful. She was unkind, she bragged about her riches and power and of course being with the handsome prince Andrew. Luckily, Andrew made a deal with his father. Andrew had six months to find a new bride and if he doesn't succeed he must marry the selfish princess Clarissa. Oh, wait a second what is he doing wasting his time sitting around. He does have preparations for the ball to attend to.

Myla had heard of a local ball that was to take place in a week's time. Everyone in the village was to attend. Of course all of the women in her village were attending in hopes of winning over the heart of prince Andrew. Many girls are calling him the new Charming. But, Myla wasn't in to that kind of thing. Although her best friend, Abigail was going to be there. "Myla," her father hollered." I hear there is to be a local ball next week." " It isn't really my cup of tea, father," said Myla. Myla's father just wanted her to be happy. If he knew how she really felt he would let her go. He was going to force Myla to go to the ball. He knew she really wanted to go, but he needed her help on the fields. He was going to make her go anyways. " You'd better get started on a gown for the ball," said Myla's soft spoken father. "Fine father I will go, but only for you." Myla had just bought some of the prettiest red cloth she had ever seen. That was the cloth she would make her dress out of. Well one of her other dreams was to become a famous seamstress.

"Finished," said Myla excitedly. She was more concerned about improving her fashion skills than winning over the prince." Well of all the dresses I've ever seen that one is certainly the winner for the prettiest," Abigail shouted. And frankly she was right. Myla was one of the best if not the best seamstresses in all the land, but no one new about it. She would have made one for Abigail, but the ball was short notice and besides Abigail came a pretty wealthy family. So she already had a ball gown. Now, Abigail was different than most of the girls her age too. She didn't gloat on Prince Andrew's good looks. She was far more interested in technology and the kingdom's future.

A few years ago Abigail and her family were in the same spot as Myla and her father. Myla and Abigail had been friends since they learned to walk. They used to do everything together. They don't see each other as much, but are still the best of friends. Abigail's family didn't have enough money for taxes one season and they were due the next day. Abigail's father was pretty good at gambling. So the family had no other choice. Her father invested all his money in a horse race and won. Their family one thousands of shillings. If Myla's family just had one fifth of what they had they would be out of there. Now Abigail's family was rich, but still just as humble and still just as good of friends.

"Sire, would you like to have chicken at the ball or beef?" "Hmmm… I think I'll go with chicken, well I don't know what would you choose?" "Your majesty it is not my decision, I wouldn't want to impose." "Nonsense Fredric." " Would his majesty prefer his blue or white jacket?" "Well I think I'll wear my favorite and Clarissa's least favorite. I'll go with the black jacket with the gold trim." "But, sire I have strict orders…" "Oh, come on let a fifteen year old have a little fun." If it was one thing Andrew didn't have it was fun. He had horses, chariots, servants, and even the most priceless jewels, but no fun. He did have one true friend, Nicolas.

Nicolas was also rich. His family was from a long line of lords. But, that wasn't really Nicolas. He was more like Abigail. Matter of fact they would actually be perfect for each other. They both loved new technology. Rumors say that Nicolas is working on a new form of plumbing, it's supposed to be indoors. But, nothing has happened yet. Maybe he would be at the ball. After all Abigail was going to the ball. Maybe just maybe Myla could get them together. All though he could just be a snob. Like most of the other rich people were. Myla had never met this Nicolas, but he seemed perfect for Abigail.

"Oh, Myla I just can't wait for the ball. Not because of the prince. But, there have been rumors that they will have a new sew machine, or something like that. Isn't that just exciting?" "Yep, defiantly, it's not like the dreamy, perfectly made, amazing…. I mean ummm.. Yep that sure does sound exciting." " Myla, you know the ball is only four days away… so I was wondering if you would come to my house and we could get ready together?" "Seriously?" "Well Myla, you know my parents love you, and you have the best sense of style." "Hmmmm… I guess I could, but only for you." "Yes! I didn't know you liked the prince." "You didn't? I thought I told you ages ago." "Hey I know what we could do!" "What?" "We could practice hair styles."

"Sire, the carriage is prepped and ready to go." "Thank you, Fredric, and may I say I like your new hairdo." Prince Andrew was finally going to see his kingdom. It wasn't time for the ball yet, but he had convinced his father to let him go and see how the preparations for the ball were going. "Ahhh… Fredric, how could I have never seen this place. It's beautiful. Fredric why did we stop?" "Oh, I'm sure it's nothing sire." Suddenly Andrew was flipped over. The carriage had just tipped over. What was going on?