Hi everyone. So a several years ago (right after I saw Shrek the Third), I had a dream about this fiction. I don't know why but I just recently decided to write about. And it's taken me years of creative thinking, ideas, memory (and motivation) to write the story. Ahh, who am I kidding I just make this crap up as I go.

So yeah I don't own any of the characters that I didn't write. Including Shrek and co. Enjoy

My dearest Arthur,

I know it has been some time since we've spoken, but I just recently heard the news of you being crowned king of Far Far Away. I have to say, I never thought you had it in you, old friend. Nevertheless, I am proud of you Artie, and proud of everything you've done. When I heard that you defeated Prince Charming with the help of the ogre Shrek and took the throne of Far Far Away, I thought to myself, "a story for the ages". But I suppose that's fitting for a king. I remember when we were just children competed with one another over who would be 'the greatest knight in all the land.' Of course you never had a chance to claim that title up against me, but I suppose King is a decent rank up.

While our separation was… difficult to bare, I never stopped trying to reach you even when you went off to Worcestershire. But now that you're king I'm not sure if we'll ever have a chance to see each other again. I hope this letter would try to persuade you and even if it doesn't the mere fact that you read it is enough to bring joy to my heart. And if we ever do decide to meet again for old times, you know where to find me.

Sincerely,

You Friend, Raina.

She wasn't sure how many times she wrote this letter, but Raina was determined to get this letter through even if she had to travel down to Far Far Away, break into the palace, get pass the guards, break into the throne room and hand Arthur the letter, seeing the look on his face before she got arrested. But she thought against it. Not only because the plan was stupid and too much work, but there was no way she was going to leave her mother behind. What was the point of being half-dryad if you couldn't help sustain the very one who gave you life and brought you into this world? Fortunately, she wouldn't have to after she received word from a Royal Messenger about King Arthur's arrival to the village in three days. Apparently, it was to commemorate an old hero from their childhood. He also sent her a letter of his own.

Dear Raina,

I received your letter and I'm so glad to hear from you again dear friend. I'm heading down to the old village very soon, for business. Who knows I might swing by and surprise.

Your Royal Highness,

King Arthur Pendragon

Although initially overcome by excitement upon reading the letter, Raina was beginning to grow more skeptic. She supposed that it was natural since it has been a while (several years actually) since she had last seen the boy. The fact that he was king would probably make it seem even more awkward. She ran her hand through her dark auburn hair and sat back in her chair. Today was the day of Artie's arrival, and she was so on edge. She needed to clear her mind. So she got up and walked out towards her garden. As she made her way through, she almost immediately noticed that her petunias were withering away. She bent over and stroked one and the petals fell to the ground.

"I just watered you all this morning."

Raina sighed and bit her lip. She knew what she had to do. Instinctively, she looked around her to see if anyone was looking. When the coast was clear, she placed her hand on the ground as a wave of energy passed through her and the ground. Suddenly the dry withering plant evolved into a bright, tall flora just like it did when it first bloomed. Satisfied, Raina did the same to the rest of the flowers and within seconds a new array of petunias bloomed and spread across the garden. She stood up and smiled at her handiwork.

"I saw that!" someone called out from behind her.

She turned around abruptly only to meet the face of a rather short chubby-looking satyr with a smug grin.

"Uhh, you scared me," She groaned rolling her eyes.

"Hey you're the one that said I'm a natural repellant against women," he shrugged.

"The fact that you seem so proud to admit that makes it even worse, Sprig," she sighed walking back inside.

"Now come on, Arthur will be here soon."

"You think he'll show up?" sprig asked questioningly.

"Of course." She replied as the entrance to her tree opened up and let them both inside. Though she still remained skeptic.

Hours passed and there was still no word of Arthur. The villagers had gathered about to celebrate the King's arrival, but he had yet to show up. Sprig and Raina weren't there with the others because…. well, they never got along with the villagers. They've been outcasts ever since childhood. They didn't fit in. Raina could because she looked mostly human. Sprig…. not so much. But she had no desire to blend in, especially since they would never accept for who she really was. But they meant nothing to her, the only one that mattered was Arthur. If he showed up?

It was almost dawn, and he still had yet to arrive. Doubt was really beginning to swell for the Sprig and Raina. They had cleaned the place up, and even baked a cake. Still no sign of him. Raina stood, walked towards the helm of her tree and looked up.

"You think he be here mom," she said as she placed her hand on the bark.

Suddenly another wave of magic flowed through her entire body. She could feel everything around her. Every crack, crevice, plant, animal, person…people. As if on cue, she felt a carriage of horses riding in her direction. It was him. He was coming. She abruptly pulled her hand back, before she could hear her mother say something. She was so excited, she barely had time to register her appearance. Which was horrid.

"Sprig! Sprig he's coming!" she shouted as she began to slip out her clothes and into something more decent, "Let him inside for me while I get dressed."

"How do you know it's him?" he shouted back.

"I just know, ok."

Sprig merely shrugged and headed towards the exit where the tree opened for him. Much to his surprise a rather fancy-looking carriage stopped in front of him with the horses neighing and kicking before settling down. After a few moments someone stepped out. Someone Sprig knew all too well from the blond hair and boyishly dorkish charm.

"Hey Artie, what's happening man-

Sprig paused as a fairly tall dark figure stood behind the young king.

Raina had just slipped on a 'nicer' dress and pulled her long hair back. She was all but prepared as she saw Arthur standing in the small door way that led downstairs.

She was so shocked, she could barely get her words out.

"Arr…Artie…hi, howareyou… uhhh….come in, please be my guest," she slurred somewhat.

He began climbing up the stairs as she stood up and fixed her posture. But something wasn't right, she heard more footsteps from behind him. Human steps, by just one more person. When Artie finally made it up the steps, his eyes were closed and he turned his head away. It was then that Raina realized his hands were tied up from the back and someone was dragging him around by the extended. Finally the man stepped out from behind him chuckling.

"You," she gasped.

"Hello there, little sister," said the man in a taunting, posh brogue.

"Prince Charming."

A/N: Reviews requested please.