The tale I will tell is not a happy story. There is a prince and a princess, battling evil, side by side. The dark lord comes and tries to kill the prince. He wants to take the princess, and carry her off to his palace. Like in all fairy tales, the prince fights bravely with the dark lord, along with his kind allies who like him, want to rid the world of evil. This is a tale of a handsome prince, defending his land. his love for the beautiful princess obliterating all thoughts of his own well being.
My tale is much like the fairy tales told to children. It has all the necessary elements of a classic tale, an evil villain, a dashing young Prince; he is lean and muscular, with blonde hair, and deep grey eyes. The tale also involves a fair lady, who rises above her lowly birth and troubled past. This lady is beautiful, or so the prince tells her,with rich auburn locks, and piercing green eyes. A handful of noble knights, handsome and strong, run about rescuing damsels in distress from the clutches of the enemy. What this story lacks is a happy ending.
When this tale is concluded, there is no happily ever after, no defeat of the dark lord, no riding into the sunset. At the end of this tale there is only me, broken and desolate, my heart shattered beyond repair.