Ahhh, new story link...it's been too long...Let this be known, I don't do things with vampires/witches/or the like...my religion prohibites it and fankly, I'm not too fond of them. Not speaking against those who like that kinda stuff, you can like it, not a problem...just, don't expect me to write it. But, whomever suggested it before, thanks for the opinion, I always love to hear your opinions and wishes and want to abide by them as much as possible...so I hope this is more up your alley.


The Arrival of the Dragon Princess

There had always been enmity between the village of L'ira and Sal'omn. They were actually one big kingdom, but the previous king had left it to his two sons, the Lords of Salkr and of Kerimonos. The two brothers bickered endlessly until they finally decided to rename their parts of the kingdom. The Lord of Salkr stayed true to the original name, but tweaked it a bit. He named it Sal'omn when it used to be Sal'omnira. The Lord of Kerimonos took the 'ira' out of the name and named it L'ira. Ever since then, the two villages would fight and fight over anything they could. Even the things they had to share.

There were a few things in between the two villages. One was a large hill with lots of land. Whenever a villager from the other village met with a villager of the opposite village, the two villagers would inevitably begin to argue over something.

There were beautiful trees centering an old stone well. It was called the Dragon Well and its healing waters made the most beautiful trees. It's harem of trees circled the hill and the well sat on a meadow deep within the forest. The trees gave amazing fruit and when they flowered, some made the journey just to view the lovely flowers. Next to the Dragon Well was a beautiful and large Sweetbay Mongolia Tree that gave creamy white flowering branches in the late spring and early summer. It was the only tree that bloomed in white while most of the others were pink, purple, red, orange, and yellow. It was a beautiful thing to see and every villager from each village spoke about happily. They even agreed on it with each other.

The only one who had never been able to see it was the frail wife of the Dragon Empress Innkeeper. She was known as the kindest woman in the two villages. The Inn was on the top of the hill, in front of the palace that used to be the center of the kingdom. She was always jealous of all the other people, never getting too sick to go and see them. She was slowly getting worse and her beloved husband saw her getting more and more depressed for she had never had a child and never saw the White Tree. One day, she told him the one thing she had always wanted when he came in for dinner.

"…Darling, I will be dying soon." He looked up at her in shock.

"You are not! The treatments the doctor gave you are working! You'll be up and about in no time!" She shook her head.

"I love you and my love for you increases more by day…even if my health decreases by day…but we both know that I will not be in this world for long…there is just one thing I wish you will help me to do." He looked at her in question. "I hear the White Tree will be blooming soon…I never got to see it…please…take me to see it…" She looked hopeful. "I want to say I've seen the most beautiful thing on earth." He stared at her for a long time before nodding.

"When it blooms, I will take you to see it first…if you can't, I will go and bring you a branch of it." She smiled at him lovingly.

"Thank you." The tree bloomed a week after that and she was soon dressed in a pale blue dress with white shoes. The bartender carried her down to the well while she held onto the picnic basket. It was the middle of the night and there was a full moon. She giggled happily as her black hair was pushed lightly with the small breeze. The bartender smiled contently until they got to the White Tree. He sat her down at the well and she smiled up at the tree. "Darling, it's more beautiful then I imagined!" He climbed up the well and got a full grown Mongolia from the branch before climbing back down and setting it in her hair. She didn't stop smiling.

Even when she came.

The little girl had such beauty it was impossible to ignore her. She had bright pink eyes and apple red hair. Her skin was creamy and pale while she was small and thin. She wore a simple white dress and was bare foot. The bar keeper's wife stared at the little girl and she stared back. "Darling, look at her…she so…amazing…"

"Where are your parents, Little One? Did you get lost?" The bartender asked. The little girl kept staring at them in confusion. She was tired and hungry, from the looks of it.

"Don't be shy, come to me." The woman held her arms out, as if welcoming a hug. Immediately, the girl ran into her arms and snuggled against her. "Such a loving sweetheart," she said. The girl whimpered and kept holding her. The woman held her like a mother. No one in the two towns claimed the little girl.

The people in L'ira said, "Too bad, though, that such a beautiful girl has to be a Sal'omnian."

The people in Sal'omn said, "Such a pity such a gorgeous girl is cursed to be an L'iran." So, the Inn Keeper decided to take the little girl in. She would help clean the Inn, bring things to the guests, and take care of her adoptive mother. When the question of a name came up, the mother chose.

"Since we found her the night the White Tree blossomed, we'll name her Blossom." The little girl adored her mother and father and they adored her back. She was always smiling and hopelessly graceful for her age. Then tragedy struck.

The mother died on a rainy morning. She had lived for much longer then the doctors thought she would. They had estimated that she wouldn't survive long enough to see the next winter, but she lived long enough to be able to visit the White Tree twice. Blossom refused to cry, though she felt great pain. When friends said she was very strong to not cry, she simply replied with this,

"No, I am not that strong…I cannot cry." It seemed that there was more mystery to this young girl than just being lost from her family.