I'm back!!! Not that you missed me or anything, huh? Moving overseas sucks, let me tell you that!! I have no clue what people are saying and school sucks even more now!!! Okay, anyway, I've been working on this since the 12 hour flight out of Atlanta and now it seems that it's time to post it. Sooner or later, I will get around to updating Sorry Doesn't Cut It and the rest of my unfinished stories. I just had to get this out!!
Anyway, here is another medieval fic from me. This one's a Sorato, so just watch out!! There will also be more couples, as soon as all the characters get into the story.
Ages--
Matt - 17
Tai - 17
Mimi - 16
Sora - 17
..::--*--::..
"Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes...just be an illusion." - Javan
..::--*--::..
..::--Willow--::..
by: lily-angel
An old voice, raspy and wiry with age, spoke softly, his voice echoing off of every corner in a somewhat large room: "Please, read the page."
In contrast, a deep, young, husky voice full of power and intrigue, spoke next, reading an old page from the book:
In years to come and those that have passed,
Surrounded we will be by magick.
All around us it is, but impossible to see,
Our life force it is, claiming our souls.
But those who dare to seek it,
To use its awesome power,
Shall succumb to the protectors.
Few there are, but dangerous to mortals,
They are the link to powers lost and not yet found
With the powers that lay before us.
"Yamato, tell me about this passage." The old, wrinkled man looked up with his squinted eyes. He looked as if one gust of wind could pull his loose skin off, as it was hanging like a limp flower over his ancient bones.
"What about it?" The defiant voice came clearly from across the lavish and heavily adorned chamber. Books lined each walls, dust collecting on the heavy volumes. Tables, with large, yellow pages and even more books spread upon them were around the room, making it smell like wet dog.
The person, however, from which the voice came, stuck out from the antiquated room like black and white. His golden hair was perfectly placed, his cerulean eyes gazing like stars around him. His air of prestige gave him control of the room, wandering eyes always finding their way to him. The expensive clothes that were draped upon his muscular figure were obviously those of a noble, or a prince. And how lucky was he that he was the latter.
"It's a poem of some sort in a really old book that no one cares about." He yawned, just to show his boredom. "It doesn't matter, because magick doesn't exist. And neither do 'protectors' or whatever ugly beings that they may be."
"Ah, but Yamato, my Prince, it is more then just a poem. It tells of a time when the people of this Earth believed that they were ruled by magick. And ruled by the protectors, who were not ugly beings at all. Beautiful, in fact. Faeries, they were. Women with extraordinary powers and abilities, able to understand the Earth's whims and wishes." The ancient tutor walked up beside the handsome prince and turned the page. "You see this? This is a faerie."
Yamato almost gasped at the figure in the drawing. Her eyes were so fierce, yet she seemed so gentle. The golden locks on her head shined, even through the faint ink, and her radiance could be felt through the page.
"But don't faeries have wings? I mean, aren't they little itty bitty people who run around sprinkling dust everywhere?" he asked in a soft voice, still staring at the picture.
"A common misconception. Do not always believe what you hear. Faeries are the eternal protectors of your soul and life, the earth and the stars that surround us. They are the fates, my boy, and shall always be."
Yamato looked at the man, not wanting to believe what he was hearing. This man was crazy, out of his mind! Faeries, what hocus-pocus. *He's probably trying to get me to do extra reading.* "You are crazy! Magick doesn't exist and neither do faeries!" He stood up, towering over the tutor. "Do not ever try to indulge me with untruths!!" he said in a commanding voice and stomped out of the room.
..::--*--:..
*How dare he? Bah, the old fool.* The young man, only recently turning seventeen years, walked through a colorful garden of roses until he came to an empty field.
Looking around cautiously, and making sure no one else was here, he quickly ripped off his overcoats and other such things, until he was only left with a loose tunic, cotton shirt and trousers. His sword glittered at his waist, almost knowing what was coming next. Yamato stretched his arms out carefully, making sure he wouldn't injure himself. He set his hand on the sword and pulled it out of the sheath slowly, inspecting its surface with expert eyes.
Gracefully, with the strides and movements of a tree swaying in the wind, he went through training exercises he had seen his father and the other knights practicing.
*Soon, Matt, very soon, you will get your chance....* he shut his eyes tight for concentration.
"Still not worried about the trials, are you, Matt?" A voice proclaimed.
Surprised, Matt whirled around only to see his best friend, Taichi Yagami. He, too, had shed his proper clothing of a noble and had his sword drawn and ready. His wild brown hair was everywhere, yet only in one place at the same time. His piercing hazel eyes looked at his opponent with ambivalence, knowing that one of them would be hurt... but not knowing who.
"You will lose, my friend. You will lose." Matt smirked, knowing that Tai had and is the best challenge he will ever have in the castle. Both of them had far surpassed their tutors years ago.
"Are you so sure? Or shall we find out, Princess?" Tai smiled.
"Princess!" Matt's anger quickly passed and he smiled, just like his friend. "You pig! How dare you insult me! Now I shall have to tell my mother and fix my hem!" he said in a squeaky voice.
Tai doubled over in laughter and managed to say between breaths: "You sound just like Meems!"
Matt almost started to laugh, but stopped immediately when he saw the figure coming towards them. "Uh-oh..." he whispered and stared at Tai, who was still laughing at his own joke, trying to get his attention to stop.
"So, you think that sounds just like me?" A fierce female voice yelled from across the field. She walked briskly over to the two, her hands on her hips, definitely angry.
"Meems!! I didn't mean... I swear that I was just... well, you see I.... it was just a... Matt was... and I... I didn't mean to.... didn't know you were there... just a simple joke... no harm done... I don't think you sound like that... no, you're very beautiful..." he stuttered as he slowly began to back away from the furious girl.
"I thought you were my friend, Taichi! I didn't think you would be the kind of person that would insult your friends... especially me!" She pouted and looked at Tai like she was about to cry.
The girl, Mimi Tachikawa, was only a year younger than her two best friends. She was tall and beautiful, long brunette hair always falling into place no matter what. Her big chestnut eyes could make anyone do anything to please her, but her somewhat conceited nature sometimes turned others away. If only they could see that sweet, sincere person she really was, maybe they would think twice about her. But then again, her noble blood and formal training in martial arts made her a person not to be reckoned with.
"Taichi Yagami, do you really think I sound like that?" she asked, her eyes filling up with tears.
"No! Mimi, I don't think you sound like that... never!" he said, still backing up with a panicked look on his face.
"Are you sure?" she walked toward him, but stopped and yelped out in pain. "Ow!! Stupid rock... I think I broke my foot!" She sat down on the cool grass, pulled off her shoe, and examined her foot for any broken bones. "Ugh, that hurt so much!" She got up and brushed herself off.
"Mimi..." Matt asked quietly, "are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm... NO! I ruined my dress!" She pulled the skirt around so that they could see the huge mud spot on the back. "This was my favorite dress.... now I have to tell my mother and fix the hem..."
Tai stifled a laugh as he remembered Matt's imitation. "Meems... do you need some help getting to the castle?"
"No, you idiot! I think I can handle that! And Matt's mother told me that his father is looking for him in the hunting grounds and that we should take the horses and go find him." She was still pouting over her lost dress. She hung her head and headed towards the stables.
"Well, are you coming?"
Matt and Tai smiled at her, grabbed their loose articles of clothing and ran after her retreating figure.
..::--*--::..
"Can we go home? I'm sweating like a pig, my legs hurt, and my dress is getting more and more ruined by the minute!!" Mimi whined into the trees of the forest.
"It was your idea to come here, Meems. We have to find my father. He only comes looking for me himself when something is really important." Matt looked around the evergreen trees, looking for some sign of the King or his midnight black stallion.
"Matt, I think we should stop for Mimi... uh, I mean, we should stop for the horses." He rubbed the back of his head and silently pleaded with Matt.
"Alright. You two can stop here and water the horses. I, on the other hand, will continue to look for my father. I will be back soon." Matt turned the horse and started off in the direction they came from.
_--- Half an hour later... ---_
*Whoever thought of putting trees in a forest should die,* Matt thought as he swatted yet another bug off of himself. He had been sweating uncontrollably in the heat the forest had accumulated all during the day and now the afternoon sun was bearing down on his back.
"Where the hell could Father..." he stopped short and listened to the silence of the forest. Only... it wasn't so silent anymore.
"Who is that?" he wondered to himself.
Far off in the distance, Matt could hear a beautiful voice singing a foreign song. Try as he might to understand, the words were just a garble, but none the less striking to him.
"Ya!" he galloped the horse towards the sound and stopped suddenly and stared in awe in front of him.
"When did this get here?"
In the middle of a large clearing was a majestic willow tree. The leaves looked pure white and almost glittered in the sunlight. The tree was huge, looking archaic amidst the green grass. The branches were leaning down to the ground, making impossible to see what was under it. But he was sure that whoever was singing was under those branches.
The beautiful voice came clearer and clearer as he slowly walked towards the giant willow. It was the largest tree in the forest, towering above the rest. Something in his mind was drawing him towards it, despite his better judgment. He wondered how he could have not noticed this tree before.
"Hello?" he asked quietly. "Is someone there?"
He strained, trying to here if there was a reply. He heard a few branches sway gently, possibly because of the gentle breeze. But the again...
"Hello?" He wondered to himself why he was being so cautious. Whoever it was, they were trespassing. After all, he was a prince! "Whoever you are, you are trespassing on the private hunting grounds of his majesty the King. Show yourself!!"
"Why, aren't you just the commanding one?" he heard a sweet female voice reply. He heard a soft giggle as he walked under the sweeping branches of the willow.
"Who are you? Show yourself!!" Matt was becoming to get angry. Whoever this girl was, she was purposely messing with his mind. "This is not a request!"
"Well, I am truly sorry, oh confused one," she giggled again, "but that does not seem to fall in with my schedule. Maybe if you were to check with my nanny, she could set up a better time..."
"Listen you! I don't care who you are, but if you do not show yourself and give a good reason why you are trespassing on my family's property, then you shall be arrested!!" he yelled into the branches, not knowing exactly where she was.
"YOUR family's? Ah, so you must be the famous Prince Yamato Ishida then. Pleasure to meet you." He saw a branch sway and looked there. "I am Princess Takenouchi. I think my last name will be sufficient for right now."
Matt was silent as he looked on at the princess. She was about his age, maybe a little younger. There was no doubt in his mind that she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Even though it was apparent she hadn't had proper grooming in a while, she was neat and tidy, her hair pulled into a loose ponytail, almost glowing a fiery red. Her dress, (if you could call it one) wasn't anything like the huge, clumsy gowns princesses usually wore. This was more comfortable looking, the hem falling to only above her knees and hanging loosely around her body. It was snow white and made her look like an angel. The only thing that made her look like a princess was the small silver tiara on top of her beautiful auburn hair.
"Cat got your tongue?" she giggled once more.
Matt stared some more and finally shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Princess? I doubt it. The only royal family within a week's ride of this place is the Motymias. The name Takenouchi doesn't even exist!! There are no other families around here with that name."
"Yes, yes, and blahblahblah, I have heard all of this before. There are times I wish I wasn't stuck here because of people's ignorance..." she mumbled to herself. "Please, my Prince," she said sarcastically, "sit down. I only wish to have a conversation with another person. I haven't done so in a while."
Matt stood still for a moment, his hand lying gently on the hilt of his sword. 'What hurt could it do? She may or may not be a princess, and you need some more information out of her before you can find that out for yourself.' He took his hand off of his sword and walked cautiously towards her.
"Oh, are you afraid of me? Why would I want to hurt you, my Prince? All I want is to have a conversation with another competent human being, but if that is too complicated, I could always go away."
"No, no. I am sorry, but this is confusing me. You are trespassing, but it seems like you know all that, don't you?"
"How can I be trespassing when I am only in my home?" She looked at him, a small smirk on her face.
"Your home? But this is only a willow tree. How can you live here? There's no house or shelter or anything like that..." He looked around, the only thing he was able to see being the thick willow branches leaning down on the ground.
"Some people can be so shallow. There are other ways I can live without a house and such." She sighed and leaned closer to where Matt was standing, all without getting off of the branch. "Do you believe in magick, my Prince?" she asked quietly.
"Of course not, do you think I am mad!?"
"Then you do not believe in me..." she whispered.
"What are you..." he started.
"Yamato! Matt!" faint shouts in the distance yelled.
Matt turned around and thought about yelling back. He stayed silent and turned back to the girl. "Looks like they found me."
"Looks that way, huh?" She smiled, and stood up gracefully on the tree branch. "May we meet again, Yamato." She turned and jumped up to a higher branch... and disappeared.
"What the... ?" he wondered aloud, but the told himself he shouldn't question it. This girl.. whoever she was... he had to know more about her; she intrigued him. He turned, parted the tree branches and walked out towards his friends.
Mimi saw him first and ran towards him. "What were you doing, Matt?! We've been looking for you for like 15 minutes!! Your father came out and said he had to tell you something really important and stomped off when we told him we had lost you."
"He looked like he was going to kill us!! He said something about Motymias and then he just left. I was so scared!!" Tai blurted out in one breath.
"Yes, he said it was imperative that you go back to the palace as soon as possible." Mimi bent down, catching her breath. "And if you ever make me run like that again, Tai, I swear, you will die. I ruined my brand new shoes!!"
"Aw, I'm so sorry," he said in a monotone. "I really didn't MEAN to ruin your shoes! It's not like you could just get others! I mean, those are your only pair of shoes, aside from the thousands in your closet and..."
"Will you two just stop it and tell me exactly what my father said?" Matt said loudly and impatiently.
Mimi and Tai looked at each other nervously and looked down at the ground.
"Well?" Matt asked.
"He said... he said that the engagement between you and Jun Motymia is complete."
..::--*--::..
Well? Please review and read Sorry Doesn't Cut It!!!!
yours truly and forever,
lily-angel
Anyway, here is another medieval fic from me. This one's a Sorato, so just watch out!! There will also be more couples, as soon as all the characters get into the story.
Ages--
Matt - 17
Tai - 17
Mimi - 16
Sora - 17
..::--*--::..
"Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes...just be an illusion." - Javan
..::--*--::..
..::--Willow--::..
by: lily-angel
An old voice, raspy and wiry with age, spoke softly, his voice echoing off of every corner in a somewhat large room: "Please, read the page."
In contrast, a deep, young, husky voice full of power and intrigue, spoke next, reading an old page from the book:
In years to come and those that have passed,
Surrounded we will be by magick.
All around us it is, but impossible to see,
Our life force it is, claiming our souls.
But those who dare to seek it,
To use its awesome power,
Shall succumb to the protectors.
Few there are, but dangerous to mortals,
They are the link to powers lost and not yet found
With the powers that lay before us.
"Yamato, tell me about this passage." The old, wrinkled man looked up with his squinted eyes. He looked as if one gust of wind could pull his loose skin off, as it was hanging like a limp flower over his ancient bones.
"What about it?" The defiant voice came clearly from across the lavish and heavily adorned chamber. Books lined each walls, dust collecting on the heavy volumes. Tables, with large, yellow pages and even more books spread upon them were around the room, making it smell like wet dog.
The person, however, from which the voice came, stuck out from the antiquated room like black and white. His golden hair was perfectly placed, his cerulean eyes gazing like stars around him. His air of prestige gave him control of the room, wandering eyes always finding their way to him. The expensive clothes that were draped upon his muscular figure were obviously those of a noble, or a prince. And how lucky was he that he was the latter.
"It's a poem of some sort in a really old book that no one cares about." He yawned, just to show his boredom. "It doesn't matter, because magick doesn't exist. And neither do 'protectors' or whatever ugly beings that they may be."
"Ah, but Yamato, my Prince, it is more then just a poem. It tells of a time when the people of this Earth believed that they were ruled by magick. And ruled by the protectors, who were not ugly beings at all. Beautiful, in fact. Faeries, they were. Women with extraordinary powers and abilities, able to understand the Earth's whims and wishes." The ancient tutor walked up beside the handsome prince and turned the page. "You see this? This is a faerie."
Yamato almost gasped at the figure in the drawing. Her eyes were so fierce, yet she seemed so gentle. The golden locks on her head shined, even through the faint ink, and her radiance could be felt through the page.
"But don't faeries have wings? I mean, aren't they little itty bitty people who run around sprinkling dust everywhere?" he asked in a soft voice, still staring at the picture.
"A common misconception. Do not always believe what you hear. Faeries are the eternal protectors of your soul and life, the earth and the stars that surround us. They are the fates, my boy, and shall always be."
Yamato looked at the man, not wanting to believe what he was hearing. This man was crazy, out of his mind! Faeries, what hocus-pocus. *He's probably trying to get me to do extra reading.* "You are crazy! Magick doesn't exist and neither do faeries!" He stood up, towering over the tutor. "Do not ever try to indulge me with untruths!!" he said in a commanding voice and stomped out of the room.
..::--*--:..
*How dare he? Bah, the old fool.* The young man, only recently turning seventeen years, walked through a colorful garden of roses until he came to an empty field.
Looking around cautiously, and making sure no one else was here, he quickly ripped off his overcoats and other such things, until he was only left with a loose tunic, cotton shirt and trousers. His sword glittered at his waist, almost knowing what was coming next. Yamato stretched his arms out carefully, making sure he wouldn't injure himself. He set his hand on the sword and pulled it out of the sheath slowly, inspecting its surface with expert eyes.
Gracefully, with the strides and movements of a tree swaying in the wind, he went through training exercises he had seen his father and the other knights practicing.
*Soon, Matt, very soon, you will get your chance....* he shut his eyes tight for concentration.
"Still not worried about the trials, are you, Matt?" A voice proclaimed.
Surprised, Matt whirled around only to see his best friend, Taichi Yagami. He, too, had shed his proper clothing of a noble and had his sword drawn and ready. His wild brown hair was everywhere, yet only in one place at the same time. His piercing hazel eyes looked at his opponent with ambivalence, knowing that one of them would be hurt... but not knowing who.
"You will lose, my friend. You will lose." Matt smirked, knowing that Tai had and is the best challenge he will ever have in the castle. Both of them had far surpassed their tutors years ago.
"Are you so sure? Or shall we find out, Princess?" Tai smiled.
"Princess!" Matt's anger quickly passed and he smiled, just like his friend. "You pig! How dare you insult me! Now I shall have to tell my mother and fix my hem!" he said in a squeaky voice.
Tai doubled over in laughter and managed to say between breaths: "You sound just like Meems!"
Matt almost started to laugh, but stopped immediately when he saw the figure coming towards them. "Uh-oh..." he whispered and stared at Tai, who was still laughing at his own joke, trying to get his attention to stop.
"So, you think that sounds just like me?" A fierce female voice yelled from across the field. She walked briskly over to the two, her hands on her hips, definitely angry.
"Meems!! I didn't mean... I swear that I was just... well, you see I.... it was just a... Matt was... and I... I didn't mean to.... didn't know you were there... just a simple joke... no harm done... I don't think you sound like that... no, you're very beautiful..." he stuttered as he slowly began to back away from the furious girl.
"I thought you were my friend, Taichi! I didn't think you would be the kind of person that would insult your friends... especially me!" She pouted and looked at Tai like she was about to cry.
The girl, Mimi Tachikawa, was only a year younger than her two best friends. She was tall and beautiful, long brunette hair always falling into place no matter what. Her big chestnut eyes could make anyone do anything to please her, but her somewhat conceited nature sometimes turned others away. If only they could see that sweet, sincere person she really was, maybe they would think twice about her. But then again, her noble blood and formal training in martial arts made her a person not to be reckoned with.
"Taichi Yagami, do you really think I sound like that?" she asked, her eyes filling up with tears.
"No! Mimi, I don't think you sound like that... never!" he said, still backing up with a panicked look on his face.
"Are you sure?" she walked toward him, but stopped and yelped out in pain. "Ow!! Stupid rock... I think I broke my foot!" She sat down on the cool grass, pulled off her shoe, and examined her foot for any broken bones. "Ugh, that hurt so much!" She got up and brushed herself off.
"Mimi..." Matt asked quietly, "are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm... NO! I ruined my dress!" She pulled the skirt around so that they could see the huge mud spot on the back. "This was my favorite dress.... now I have to tell my mother and fix the hem..."
Tai stifled a laugh as he remembered Matt's imitation. "Meems... do you need some help getting to the castle?"
"No, you idiot! I think I can handle that! And Matt's mother told me that his father is looking for him in the hunting grounds and that we should take the horses and go find him." She was still pouting over her lost dress. She hung her head and headed towards the stables.
"Well, are you coming?"
Matt and Tai smiled at her, grabbed their loose articles of clothing and ran after her retreating figure.
..::--*--::..
"Can we go home? I'm sweating like a pig, my legs hurt, and my dress is getting more and more ruined by the minute!!" Mimi whined into the trees of the forest.
"It was your idea to come here, Meems. We have to find my father. He only comes looking for me himself when something is really important." Matt looked around the evergreen trees, looking for some sign of the King or his midnight black stallion.
"Matt, I think we should stop for Mimi... uh, I mean, we should stop for the horses." He rubbed the back of his head and silently pleaded with Matt.
"Alright. You two can stop here and water the horses. I, on the other hand, will continue to look for my father. I will be back soon." Matt turned the horse and started off in the direction they came from.
_--- Half an hour later... ---_
*Whoever thought of putting trees in a forest should die,* Matt thought as he swatted yet another bug off of himself. He had been sweating uncontrollably in the heat the forest had accumulated all during the day and now the afternoon sun was bearing down on his back.
"Where the hell could Father..." he stopped short and listened to the silence of the forest. Only... it wasn't so silent anymore.
"Who is that?" he wondered to himself.
Far off in the distance, Matt could hear a beautiful voice singing a foreign song. Try as he might to understand, the words were just a garble, but none the less striking to him.
"Ya!" he galloped the horse towards the sound and stopped suddenly and stared in awe in front of him.
"When did this get here?"
In the middle of a large clearing was a majestic willow tree. The leaves looked pure white and almost glittered in the sunlight. The tree was huge, looking archaic amidst the green grass. The branches were leaning down to the ground, making impossible to see what was under it. But he was sure that whoever was singing was under those branches.
The beautiful voice came clearer and clearer as he slowly walked towards the giant willow. It was the largest tree in the forest, towering above the rest. Something in his mind was drawing him towards it, despite his better judgment. He wondered how he could have not noticed this tree before.
"Hello?" he asked quietly. "Is someone there?"
He strained, trying to here if there was a reply. He heard a few branches sway gently, possibly because of the gentle breeze. But the again...
"Hello?" He wondered to himself why he was being so cautious. Whoever it was, they were trespassing. After all, he was a prince! "Whoever you are, you are trespassing on the private hunting grounds of his majesty the King. Show yourself!!"
"Why, aren't you just the commanding one?" he heard a sweet female voice reply. He heard a soft giggle as he walked under the sweeping branches of the willow.
"Who are you? Show yourself!!" Matt was becoming to get angry. Whoever this girl was, she was purposely messing with his mind. "This is not a request!"
"Well, I am truly sorry, oh confused one," she giggled again, "but that does not seem to fall in with my schedule. Maybe if you were to check with my nanny, she could set up a better time..."
"Listen you! I don't care who you are, but if you do not show yourself and give a good reason why you are trespassing on my family's property, then you shall be arrested!!" he yelled into the branches, not knowing exactly where she was.
"YOUR family's? Ah, so you must be the famous Prince Yamato Ishida then. Pleasure to meet you." He saw a branch sway and looked there. "I am Princess Takenouchi. I think my last name will be sufficient for right now."
Matt was silent as he looked on at the princess. She was about his age, maybe a little younger. There was no doubt in his mind that she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Even though it was apparent she hadn't had proper grooming in a while, she was neat and tidy, her hair pulled into a loose ponytail, almost glowing a fiery red. Her dress, (if you could call it one) wasn't anything like the huge, clumsy gowns princesses usually wore. This was more comfortable looking, the hem falling to only above her knees and hanging loosely around her body. It was snow white and made her look like an angel. The only thing that made her look like a princess was the small silver tiara on top of her beautiful auburn hair.
"Cat got your tongue?" she giggled once more.
Matt stared some more and finally shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Princess? I doubt it. The only royal family within a week's ride of this place is the Motymias. The name Takenouchi doesn't even exist!! There are no other families around here with that name."
"Yes, yes, and blahblahblah, I have heard all of this before. There are times I wish I wasn't stuck here because of people's ignorance..." she mumbled to herself. "Please, my Prince," she said sarcastically, "sit down. I only wish to have a conversation with another person. I haven't done so in a while."
Matt stood still for a moment, his hand lying gently on the hilt of his sword. 'What hurt could it do? She may or may not be a princess, and you need some more information out of her before you can find that out for yourself.' He took his hand off of his sword and walked cautiously towards her.
"Oh, are you afraid of me? Why would I want to hurt you, my Prince? All I want is to have a conversation with another competent human being, but if that is too complicated, I could always go away."
"No, no. I am sorry, but this is confusing me. You are trespassing, but it seems like you know all that, don't you?"
"How can I be trespassing when I am only in my home?" She looked at him, a small smirk on her face.
"Your home? But this is only a willow tree. How can you live here? There's no house or shelter or anything like that..." He looked around, the only thing he was able to see being the thick willow branches leaning down on the ground.
"Some people can be so shallow. There are other ways I can live without a house and such." She sighed and leaned closer to where Matt was standing, all without getting off of the branch. "Do you believe in magick, my Prince?" she asked quietly.
"Of course not, do you think I am mad!?"
"Then you do not believe in me..." she whispered.
"What are you..." he started.
"Yamato! Matt!" faint shouts in the distance yelled.
Matt turned around and thought about yelling back. He stayed silent and turned back to the girl. "Looks like they found me."
"Looks that way, huh?" She smiled, and stood up gracefully on the tree branch. "May we meet again, Yamato." She turned and jumped up to a higher branch... and disappeared.
"What the... ?" he wondered aloud, but the told himself he shouldn't question it. This girl.. whoever she was... he had to know more about her; she intrigued him. He turned, parted the tree branches and walked out towards his friends.
Mimi saw him first and ran towards him. "What were you doing, Matt?! We've been looking for you for like 15 minutes!! Your father came out and said he had to tell you something really important and stomped off when we told him we had lost you."
"He looked like he was going to kill us!! He said something about Motymias and then he just left. I was so scared!!" Tai blurted out in one breath.
"Yes, he said it was imperative that you go back to the palace as soon as possible." Mimi bent down, catching her breath. "And if you ever make me run like that again, Tai, I swear, you will die. I ruined my brand new shoes!!"
"Aw, I'm so sorry," he said in a monotone. "I really didn't MEAN to ruin your shoes! It's not like you could just get others! I mean, those are your only pair of shoes, aside from the thousands in your closet and..."
"Will you two just stop it and tell me exactly what my father said?" Matt said loudly and impatiently.
Mimi and Tai looked at each other nervously and looked down at the ground.
"Well?" Matt asked.
"He said... he said that the engagement between you and Jun Motymia is complete."
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