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Soul Eater Grimms Tales

Camilla

Chapter One- A Girl in a Tower, a Prince without Power

Years ago in the Kingdom of Death, there existed beyond the Shinigami's great castle a small village of which the kingdom depended on for food and medicinal supplies. Beyond this village was a massive, dark and thorny forest, in which demons and monsters and witches which prey on innocent virgins and failed warriors were fabled to live.

Within the Village of Camilla, there lived a couple: a humble farmer who worked from dawn till twilight, harvesting the wheat and vegetation for the empire. His wife was a beautiful maiden in labor, and during her last months of pregnancy, had a puzzling appetite for the unappealing Camilla flower. The humble farmer collected his wife's meal from the neighbor's garden, stealing into the protected territory each night to pluck silently blooming petals.

One midnight, he was captured by the owner of the garden, a brown hard witch beneath a black hood, a set of serpents hissing with distaste by her bare feet. With a flick of her hand, the flowers in the man's hands became nothing more than ash, easily slipping through his fingers in a dark grey dust heap.

"A witch!" he cried in fear, and made a failed attempt to flee. His legs suddenly became weak beneath his weight, and he collapsed.

"You who have stolen from me, peasant," the witch hissed, sauntering towards the trembling farmer. "Shall pay the price with an everlasting burden- the loss of love and of life. But I shall ask you, why do you steal such useless flowers? They bloom and wither silently as messily, much like how you have come and gone each night. For what purpose?"

"Great sorceress," he replied, a grim voice stuttered, "I need the Camilla for my wife, who has a healthy child within her. Please, I beg of you, spare my life but this once, and I shall never cross paths with you again."

The witch, having contemplated his words with a natural greed and caution, grinned. "Very well," she responded, "You are free to go. However- You must pay for your thievery.

"When your baby is born, I shall come to you. If it is a girl, I shall steal her from you and you will never have a child again. If it is a boy, then I shall leave him to you, and you may have my blessings."

The farmer, having no option left, nodded and watched as the ashes that had once been his reason for having encountered the witch, danced playfully around him and transformed into red petals before his very eyes, landing gently into his lap.

"Until then," the witch said with a growl and he fled.

When the child was born, the same witch reappeared on a stormy night, and the couple refused to hand over their child. But as she unclothed the newborn, she cackled, and made off into the night leaving her departing words:

"Fear not, as a child this beautiful could never become unhappy."

The witch named the baby girl Tsubaki.

Sixteen years later

Tsubaki had grown into a beautiful young lady. Her soft sea like eyes were ever so gentle, her skin soft and fair. Other than seeing her 'mother' everyday, the lonely child spent most days by herself, singing above the forest in a stone tower of which she could not leave with permission or endure a plummet to a thorny doom below. Her dark hair was combed into a luxurious plait which was used as a gateway to allow the witch above, a magic phrase sending down the twirled black locks.

"Camilla, Camilla, let down thine long hair," the amber eyed witch chanted, having waited no more than a minute before the long thick plait was thrown down to her. Easily, Medusa clutched a hold, and scrambled up to the familiar voice- a match only to the song of the bitter sweet winds.

"Damn child, singing again," Medusa hissed, continuing her way up. "What have I told you about singing, Tsubaki?" she acted in a sweet voice, stepping through the wide window into the small, circular and stone room.

A bed to the left of it all was properly made lying beneath a tiny circular window, white sheets folded neatly, and several books placed on it by a delicate hand. Several warm rugs were plastered on the floor, and a single table held a basket of fruits, meat and bread- the supply slowly decreasing. In the centre of it all, Tsubaki stood bashfully, having stifled her urge to sing.

"It is an unjust action, My Lady," she repeated carefully in a musical and soft voice. Medusa nodded.

"That's right," she purred, "And anything unjust is unclean."

"But it feels so right in my soul," Tusbaki continued, having easily pushed aside the witches comment. "When I sing, it feels that all is right in the world, that all is just, pure and sweet."

"You mustn't speak of things of which you are ignorant, dear child," Medusa said calmly, suppressing her anger and frustration which seemed to grow with every visit. She walked Tsubaki to her bed, setting her to sit and listen. "The world isn't as lovely as you would like to believe it would be. It's a violent and cruel place- and is why I have placed you in this tower: to protect you."

The teenager nodded solemnly. Medusa clasped her hands.

"I'm so glad you understand that," she cried happily, "No more singing, alright? I'll be checking on you again this evening."

"Yes, My Lady."

And with the assistance of gravity, the black dressed witch disappeared beyond the open portal. Seating herself on a wooden chair beside her tail, she slowly began to reel in her plait, singing softly for only her to hear.

… … …

The Kingdom of Death was filled with capable strong knights and warriors, each individual having a special trait and weapon suited for them alone, and depending on the effectiveness of such a combination, the king himself would choose a knight to end the rumors developed of the forest to the south of the kingdom. In the courtyard of his palace, a particular fighter caught his eyes and quickly, he ended the battle with a series of loud claps from his gloved hands.

"Enough, enough," he called, a surprisingly childish masculine voice calling out behind a white mask. He stood, black robes fluttering as he did so, and outstretched a hand.

"As we all know," he declared for a brief explanation, "I have called this event to choose from a thousand men, the best I think capable of diminishing any witches or demons within the forest. This will take strength! This will take determination! This will take courage! And it would have to be bestowed upon…"

"ME!" a voice cried out and everyone flinched as a new figure arrived from the sky wielding a black bladed sword in his hands. He easily sped through stunned figures and jumped with strength to Shinigami's balcony, his ego prominent as he stood in pricy robes, a scarf around his lower face which he removed to show a grinning adolescent.

"Shinigami- Sama!" he declared, "I- the one and only- Black Star is a man who is bound to surpass God! This task is nothing but a menial bore to one so great, but one such as myself is willing to listen to the Lords and Ladies who serve him! And so, I ask of you, Lord Shinigami, send me on this mission! 'Nuff said!"

The crowd around broke in outrage, and the guards surrounding the Lord were blinking, almost recovering from their stun. Just as they were ready to attack the intruder, the Lord stopped them.

"Okay," he said with a shrug, and seated himself. The court roared with disbelief.

"Leave it to me!" he cried, rushing off to the Village of Camilla.

And so ends the first chapter of Camilla. I've had this story in my head for- like- ever! I'm just hoping after I do this then maybe half of my story blockage would fade. Oh, I forgot her name, but the person who spoke actual nonsense in the 'Soberly Drunk' review- I like you. Very nice.

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