Prologue
His green-tinted skin brushes up against mine smooth as a marble statue. I feel my weight shifting from the cold concrete into his frigid arms. A feeling of weightlessness overcomes me, I feel myself soaring into the air. The usual pang of fear that overcomes me when my own two feet are not on solid ground dissipates. Odd, the only one I trust enough to hold me is the only one who I shouldn't.
Chapter one
The rolling green hills of ahh that surround my house give me little comfort as they usually do. Had it been any other problem all I would need to do is step outside, and the sheer beauty of this land I call home would easily calm my nerves. But now as I sit in the lush grass, I feel only my heart sinking down into the black abyss that eats my heart in true times of sorrow. Only when I am truly worried does this abyss enjoy the sweet taste of my heart. So now it was clear to me, it was a time to fear. Cake has been missing for two weeks. She had proclaimed that she would be going out for a few hours, but refused to tell me where. Only now do I wish I had pried that crazy little cat for more details. I felt so helpless sitting alone in that falsely beautiful meadow. There was nothing beautiful about this day.
After sitting in the ever-worrisome hole that was my thoughts, I decided that today would be the day. I stood up from my spot and began to move east. Taking one step at a time on a journey I thought I would never take again. Until now I didn't know until now how desperate I really was. About a half an hour of walking later I arrived in the candy kingdom. Going to see the one person I told myself I could never see again.
As I walked through town I felt all of its citizen's eyes on me. The whole kingdom knew of the prince and I's past. I could feel the tension in the air rise as it became so thick one could slice it with a blade. I stepped up the carefully carved bricks of hard powdery candy leading up to the candy castle. I opened the sweet smelling doors to the soft pink castle, as I had done so many times before. The grand ballroom, sure to inspire awe onto all who gaze upon it, was all too familiar to me. I made my way to the laboratory that I was sure to find him in, working on his "project" for sure.
As I walked in to the pale white room I felt the chill in the air. Surely it was to keep that thing cold. I called out in a frail voice, "Hello?" no answer, of course what more did I expect. I walked around the shelves I knew all too well. Gumdrops, candy canes, and all other assorted types of brightly colored candies neatly arranged in alphabetical order littered the shelving that I had built for him. I turned the corner to see him hunched over a pile of equations mumbling. My heart sunk, he had not recovered from his disease.
His disease was not one that many could understand. His, wasn't really a disease at all, just a desire that took over his mind and soul. He had once just been a smart normal candy prince. Using his intelligence to help the people of his kingdom. Building inventions of all sorts, each one with a purpose to fill. This went along quite well for a while, and his desire to help others naturally drew me to him. I first traveled to the candy kingdom to investigate some petty thievery that had been brought to my attention. After arriving in the city it was nearly impossible for me to ignore the stories of the helpful quick witted prince who created high tech machinery to help his people. So surely I needed to meet this man in order to test these rumors myself. When I first saw that pink gummy hair I thought "Hey he isn't that bad looking." That was the beginning of one of the best friendships, and the only relationship I have ever had.
Looking back on those times, it brings a tear to my eye. I look at the shell of a man that lay in front of me. His once pink beautiful hair, a matted mess, His formal attire tossed away in exchange for a lab coat. I tapped on his shoulder and he quickly swung his swivel chair around to face me. "Fiona, n-never thought t-to see y-you again." His stutter was quite prominent showing that he had not spoken to anyone for quite some time now. "W-what brings y-you back to t-the candy kingdom?" His once glorious eyes were now bloodshot, surely from many sleepless nights. How could he given up on everything he had ever wanted in exchange for this, this, madness. I quietly said, "I need your help." His eyes stayed the same, bloodshot, but looking on as if I weren't even there. His reply was exactly as I expected, "W-well I w-would, but t-the project, I a-am close to a b-breakthrough I c-can feel it!" I had finally had enough. I felt the blood begin to boil just under my skin as I raised my voice and shouted, "You've been saying that for two years!" His glazed over eyes did not even blink. "But I c-can feel it F-fiona." I knew it was a waste of time and I stormed out of the castle.