By Gangstachu
Chapter One: Tell Me a Story
A little girl sat up in a small bed in her bedroom. She looked around the dark room and shuddered. She had had a terrible nightmare. She got out of bed and placed her bare feet on the carpeted floor of her quiet bedroom. The soft texture of the rug was comforting, but not as comforting as the promise of her mother's warm embrace.
Her pink nightie was rather long, and she nearly tripped on its hem on the way to her parents' room. Her straight red hair glinted in the moonlight that shone through the window in the hallway. She looked up at the moon with crystal blue eyes and sighed softly.
Tiptoeing silently, she ventured down the hallway to her mother and father's room at the very end. She reached her destination and placed a small hand on the silver handle. She inched the door open slowly and viewed her parents' room.
The light turned on suddenly and the girl whimpered in surprise, the effect of the nightmare still vivid in her mind.
"Lilac? What's wrong honey?" said a voice. It was that of her mother.
"I had a bad dream, Mommy," said the girl.
"Oh, sweetheart, let's go back to your room and scare all the monsters away," said her mother.
They proceeded to leaving Lilac's slumbering father in his place, and going back to Lilac's bedroom. Upon arrival, Lilac jumped into her bed and flipped her pillow over. She punched it three times and flipped it back over again.
"All gone." she said. The method she had just used was to scare the bad dream monsters out of the pillow where they could sneak into Lilac's head and scare her. She turned around and snuggled down into the covers, pulling them up to her chin.
"Better?" asked Lilac's mother.
"Uhm... Mommy?" Lilac asked, hesitantly.
"Yes, dear heart?" asked her mother.
"Will you tell me a story?" Lilac asked, innocently.
"I don't know. I'm not sure I know any good stories, honey," admitted her mother.
"Could you make one up?" Lilac asked with pleading eyes.
Lilac's mother thought for a while. It was hard to think of any stories to tell her six year old daughter at two o'clock in the morning. She pondered whether it would be better to make something up as she went along or if it were better to tell a story that she already knew. Suddenly, it hit her. Lilac loved stories about Princesses. Why not tell her a story about a princess who fell in love and lived happily ever after?
"Okay, Lilac. This story is about a princess." She said.
"What was her name?" asked Lilac.
"Her name was Misty." her mother replied softly.
"That's a pretty name," said Lilac, her eyes shining with excitement. She loved stories about princesses.
Lilac's mother took a deep breath and said, "Misty lived in a kingdom not too far away from here…"
