BEATIFULLY SADDENING
Summery: "Your world... It's so strange. Incrediably, strange and yet, so beatifully saddening, being all alone in this universe..." "And that coming from a girl who doesn't know what the Internet is-" "An Earth Spider's web isn't it?" "Exibit A!"
Chesire Speaks: Clap Your Hands. I Am Here. Prepare To Be A Couch Potato.
Disclaimer: I Do Own Generator Rex, I DO Own The Pen And Piece Of Paper Used To Write Out This Tale. But I'd Rather Just Use My Chesire-Cat Grin To Creep You Out, For It Is My Way Of Saying "Hello, It's Been Nice Eating You."
*Fans Throw Tomatos*

*The Mad Hatter Grabs Them And Prepares To Make A Salad To Eat While He Reads And Sips Tea With Chesire*
Yes, Hate me! Hate Me Because I Am Different While You Are All The Same! I'd Rather Be ANYTHING But Ordinary You Elephants! MWA-HAHAHA!
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She sat in the metal pod, red cushions were her seats and she had an oxygen mask over her face. Her hair was sticking to her skin because of the amount of sweat her body cried, almost like the tears that had fell from her eyes, her face still warm, still wet from them.
Her eyes slowly opened, as if they didn't want to be awake just yet. Trying to warn her about... something. To just fall back asleep...

Instantly the memories of what had just happened flowed into her brain like a tsunma.

She was abandoning her one home. She couldn't stand herself as she heard the large boom behind her as she noticied they were in space.

She began to cry once more, knowing there was no way now to help her people.

She felt arms go around her, "Don't cry your highness. We are safe now."
She cried into her solider's chest, gripping onto his red/white uniform, she forgave him, he must be heartbroken as well to leave the home he was willing to fight for. Just to get her he was forced to abandon it all.
And the thing she liked the best about her comrade was that he wasn't special. He wasn't a general, or a leutenant, just a regular solider that had saved her.
Not that she wanted to be saved.
Her name was Zelda. It used to be Princess Zelda, but she wasn't sure who she was anymore. So she was just Zelda now, she had no last name because she didn't want it anymore. The shame.
The horror.
The screams under screams.
The mad runs.
She wanted her home back.
She didn't mind if she never got her crown she was promissed.
She wanted her people, all of them, none of them hurt. All safe, they could hate her, she wouldn't mind. They would be safe. She would've put the enemy's sword to her neck and kill herself if her people would be saved from the same fate.
But instead, they did almost the very thing to save her.
She was just Zelda now.
She was no longer a princess, not as long as one of her people was still out of her grasp. She would take her crown back then. Not before.
It was the thing her people loved the most about her. The thing that made her so loved, if she was killed trying to save them she knew they would never forgive her.
It was intersting that way.
It was beatifully saddening though.
The love.
The hate.
The war.
The peace.
The tears.
The laughter.
She missed her people. Her home. Her planet.
All she had left now was what was on her back and what was holding her, nothing more, nothing less.

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Chesire Speaks: A Sneak Peak At What Is To Come...

My Only Problem With It Is That I Never Know Whether Or Not To Finish A Story. I Like To Put Things Down And Then Move On After Making My Mark I Suppose...

I Suppose I Can Cross Out "When Starts Something, Finishes It" Off As Something I Will Never Be Able To Do...

Let's See How Far This One Goes! Shall We...?

*Chesire-Cat Grin*