Um, okay. So this is the second story I'll be uploading, and I'm planning on making quite a long story with this. I made this purely because I want to, so if other Akuno fanfic writers feel offended for making the story with the same base, I'm so sorry, please forgive me This first chapter is a prologue and might seem to be totally unrelated to the story, but I was trying to make a fresh opening for the story.

And, I made the first 2 chapters around 3 years ago, and the data has been missing ever since, and I've just found it again (more like, my friend found it for me in his forest of data *desktop*) So, well, thank you, friend! I haven't really re-checked it ever since, so if there's anything wrong or any critics or comments, please do, you're welcome! Even flamings are welcome!

I do not own any vocaloids, and the root of the story itself doesn't even belong to me, although the flow of the story is totally mine :) Best of regards to AkunoP-san, thank you for the wonderful songs!

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The girl sat still in her place, in front of the fireplace. Her eyes are staring not at the fire, but somewhere deeper than that. She stared into the darkness beyond the fire, deep in her thought. She didn't even realize the door behind her creaking and her mother slipping into the room. Her mother, her very own story-teller, her Peter Pan who brought her to her own Neverland with stories about magic and fantasy. More than often she was so enthralled with the tales that she dreamed of them for days. She loved the stories her mother told, and more than anything she loved her mother who told her about them.

The mother walked to her daughter and sat in front of her. She saw that her daughter was dozing off again, thinking about something she could guess but would rather not to. She rocked her daughter gently, bringing her back to the world.

"Oh, sorry Mom, I didn't even realize you coming in," said the girl timidly. Her mother only smiled at her. "You shouldn't doze off so often, your father will blame me for giving you weird ideas, or so he said, by telling you stories".

The girl protested, "But I love your stories, Mom, they're wonderful! He should've known better."

"Yes, I know, dear, and you don't know how happy I am to hear that from you."

"I love you, Mom."

"And I love you too, girl."

There was a long pause, and the only noise heard was only a faint crackling from the fireplace. The girl was not at all happy with her father's remark about the stories she loved so much, while her mother was wondering about what to come. She could figure that her daughter would like to hear another story, so she was thinking of what tale to tell to her daughter. The night was still long, and her daughter didn't seem sleepy enough to go to bed without a story or two. She straightened herself and tidied the plait of her long skirt. Then she noticed that her daughter was eyeing her with the eyes she knew all too well.

"Please, Mom?" She pleaded, her voice sounded a little bit desperate.

Oh, how she hated it when her daughter started pushing her. She knew her daughter wouldn't give in so easily, and although she wouldn't admit it openly, she really enjoyed telling stories to her daughter.

"No, Lulu, not now," she paused. She then sighed and smiled playfully, "Not until you brush your teeth and change into your pajamas. Come on, hurry up, I'll be waiting here."

Lu was too pleased to object. She nodded enthusiastically and dashed off toward the door. She stopped just before opening the door and turned around.

"Don't worry, Mom, I'm not telling Dad," Lu said with a hint of mischief in her tone.

Her mother winked at her and replied, "You'd better not."

Feeling satisfied, Lulu continued her way outside the cozy room. The mother, now alone in the room, just poked in some more logs into the fireplace to keep the fire on. She had nothing to do while waiting for her daughter, so she just sat on her chair again. She liked story-telling; in fact it was her dream to be a story-teller. Her daughter made that dream come true, and she was grateful for it. She considered herself quite a good story-teller, although she often found difficulty in starting her story.

Yes, starting her story. She didn't know about other story-tellers, but to her starting a story needed a lot of effort. She always got stuck in finding the right, the best words to start her story. It was hard for her to express everything in words. That's why she preferred being a story-teller to a writer. There was one time when Lulu asked her why she even wanted to become a story-teller. She simply answered that she had to, that there was a story that she wanted the world to know, and that she didn't want to forget. That time, the young girl didn't understand. But it was still years later when she finally fully understand her mother's words. As for the mother, by the time Lulu returned to the room, she had decided on a story to tell---that very story she had wanted to tell for a long time. It had been so long since she last heard the story or spoke of it, but it didn't matter; she knew it all by heart. She waited until her daughter had scrambled back onto her chair.

"So, what kind of story are you going to tell me?" Lu asked eagerly.

The mother considered her answer carefully. "Well, it's a kind of story you'll remember for as long as you're alive. Does that sound good?"

"That means it's gonna be a very interesting one! Oh I can't wait!" Lulu squealed happily while clapping her hands together.

"Now sit there quietly," she paused, inhaled slowly, and started her story. "A long, long time ago, in a certain place, there was a treacherous kingdom…"

"Tree-chew-rose?"

"Treacherous. It means the kingdom is very bad. May I continue?". Lu nodded. "There was an evil kingdom. The ruler was a very mean young girl---a cute, little princess of only age fourteen!"

"Wow, she's just my age!"

She ignored Lulu's comment and carried on. "People of the kingdom dared not anger her, for they fear her wrath upon them…"

"Why? But, she's just a little girl! Why did…"

"Lulu-san, if you don't stop cutting in every single line, no more story for tonight. Do you understand?" The mother said angrily.

Lulu shrugged and whispered "Oops, sorry…" softly, while blushing a little. She knew it was annoying, to be interrupted while telling stories, but she really didn't intend to do so. She adjusted her seat and sat quietly, determined not to say a word until her mother finished her story.

Her mother sighed and stayed silent. Once she was sure Lulu wouldn't interfere, she closed her eyes and continued her story.

"Yes, she was truly the daughter of evil…"

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So, that's the first chapter. I'm happy if you enjoyed it. I'll tr my best to continue writing, although I don't know how long it'll take me to finish the whole story ^^;

Again, comments and critiques and ratings and flamings and icings, anything is welcome! *spread hands*