WARNING: I do NOT own Vocaloids. This is a dark plot.

Author's Note- Here I am with another dark story. Man, I must be in depression mode or something! Everything I have written for a while has become morbid or dark.

:(

Anyway ***_name_*** means a change in character views.

Italics mean legends on the street.

Words in singular quotes (') mean thoughts of the character that you are currently reading from.

Oh and please tell me what you think of my writing!

Enough of my rambling! On to the story!

Word on the street is, in the Dark Forest, there is a witch who would listen to your wishes. She could do anything with that suspicious power of hers but no one became happy.
Word on the street also tells of the curse of the 16 year old princess, engulfed with grief and anger. This is her story.

The bright sunlight shone through my window as my maid Rin pulled them open.
"WAKE UP PRINCESS!" She yelled in my ear when I didn't move.
I jerked awake.
"Owwww... Sheesh Rin! Can't you be kinder about waking me up?"
"If I was you wouldn't wake up until next year. It does take you a long time to get out of your early morning trance."
She lifted up a pale green gown with curving gold embroidery. "This should look good on you," she said as she started undoing the buttons. "Go shower first."
I left and headed towards the bathroom after slipping into my comfy, fuzzy, bunny slippers. I bathed quickly as I was hyper about today's events, today was the Hallows Eve festival! There was all kinds of activities and we were going to have a masked ball afterwards! I imagined my love, Gumo, waltzing with me on the balcony... I whirled around in my bathrobe humming the waltz.
I rammed into Rin walking in and knocked her over.
"MY LADY!"
"I'M SO SORRY RIN!" I helped her up and she lightly whacked me on the head.
"My goodness, you are trouble," Rin huffed. She got an ebony and pearl comb and started brushing my shoulder length green hair.
"But you know you love me," I replied with a smile. She rolled her eyes.
"Yes, yes I do."

I strode into the throne room to see my mother and father holding their heads high and discussing the current war with the country of Levin.
My mother, Miku, had her blue-green hair in two ponytails like normal but today she had a light teal dress on. Dark blue designs decorate the bottom of the dress.
My father, Kaito, had a dark blue suit on with gold edging. Teal clips held one half of his hair down.
"Your Majesty, the soldiers have not yet crossed our borders. They are hunting for ways in though. We often discover scouts sneaking around the mountain gate," the captain reported solemnly.
"Keep the border secure. Make sure nobody passes. We can't risk any soldiers coming into the city during the festival. It could be a disaster if they do enter, the festivities would provide cover and we can not afford to lose any more military then we already have," father orders them.
"Good morning father, mother," I greeted as I curtsied.
"Morning sweetie," mom replied. She glanced at dad. "Can I go?"
Father nodded his acceptance. Miku came down and took my hand and we headed out.

The bright lights and hanging lanterns lit the fair grounds beautifully. I barely took notice of the three guards behind us. I glanced at the many stalls lining the streets. We passed by candy apples, decorated masks, takoyaki, and many more. Mother an I headed to a goldfish catching station.
"Mom! How do you catch so many!" I exclaimed.
She shrugged, "Luck maybe?" She smiled, "or maybe it's because of all those finesse training I endured. One that you conveniently skip, missy." She grabbed my nose and squeezed.
"Ow!" I rubbed my nose, massaging the part she had pinched, "They are so boring though!"
"Gumi, you magically fall flat on your face when there is nothing to trip on!" My mother countered.
"It takes skill though!" I said as mom rolled her eyes and we all fell into heaps of giggles.

***Guard***
I watched the royalties laugh happily with each other. I smiled. The royal family was a kind set of rulers and a good family. I continued watching until I felt a pain in my chest. I looked behind me to see one of the guards dead and the other guard with his knife in my back.
"Traitor..." were the last words I was ever able to utter.