He sat silently in the dark room, clutching a bundle of brown to him.
Nothing moved. Nothing.
Suddenly, he stood up and angrily threw the bundle at a wall.
"I hate her." he hissed.
Then he stood up, composing himself. He turned to look at the mirror, pulling his long gold hair into a tight pony-tail that fell past his waist. Golden eyes gazed back at him from the mirror.
For one instant, they turned blue.
Gasping, he shook his head. "Who is it?" he murmured. "Long gold hair that's lighter than mine, blue eyes clearer than the shallows of the ocean... And the moon..." He touched his forehead.
He was speaking of a girl he'd seen in his dreams, the one that lured him here... Well...
She was part of what lured him there. The other was...
"... That coward probably thinks she's the princess too... Well she isn't, and she's mine, sis!" he snarled, glaring into the mirror.
Sighing, he polished himself up a little more. He struck a quick pose, then remembered the brown bundle. A slight bit sorrowful, he went and picked it up.
It was a teddy bear. Battered, beat-up, and the stuffing coming out at several cuts. It had a slightly mean look to it's eyes. He smiled slightly and gently put it on the chair he'd been sitting on.
"You stay there while I give the concert. I won't be long." he said.