Lost princess

Once upon a time…A single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens.

And from this drop of sun, grew a magic golden flower.

It had the ability to heal the sick and injured.

There grew a kingdom…

Queen was about to have a baby…

But she got sick…

Start to look for a miracle…or magic golden flower…

The magic of the flower…Healed the queen.

Healthy baby girl was born…Beautiful golden hair…

One moment….Everything was perfect…

Moment…ended…

Stole the baby and vanished…

Searched…But could not find.

Presumed dead…

Wouldn't give up…

Launched floating lanterns into the sky…

Hoping…Princess would return.

Drew's POV

Quietly, I arose, being very careful as I picked up my clothes and headed to the river. I peeled off my pyjamas and left them hanging, shivering as the cold morning air pecked at my skin. I looked at the river, rubbing my bare arms. Here goes nothing.

I yelped as the icy cold water enveloped my whole body and chilled me to the bone. I gasped as I surfaced and swam to the closed shore before pulling myself out. The things I did to stay good-looking.

I shook my hair and hurried to dry myself off with the tattered towel. I slipped on my usual outfit and made my way back to my camp.

Life was tough in my line of work.

"I wish you weren't involved with those thugs."

I jumped.

I'd thought she was still asleep.

"Why are you awake?" I asked, turning towards her, meeting her emerald eyes with my own matching ones.

She was crossing her arms and pouting as she pushed a piece of her long green hair away from her eyes.

"I don't think you realize you're not as quite in the morning as you think you are," she said, "you scream like a girl when you take your morning bath."

"Why do I bother with you?" I asked, tossing the towel at her half-heartedly.

"Because you love me brother," she replied with a cheeky smile as she pulled the towel off her head.

I rolled my eyes and picked up the berries left over from last night. I shoved a few in my mouth before tossing the others to Renae.

"Aw really Drew?" she complained, "I'm hungry."

"I know," I said, "but it's not easy. I'll bring back some bread and cheese for tonight. I promise." I walked over to her and handed her the bag with the last of the crackers we had.

"For lunch," I explained, "Now remember-"

"Yes, yes, I know," she said, sighing, "stay here. I get it. Be safe Drew."

She hugged me.

"I will," I promised, "Now get off me. I gotta go."

"Bye Drew," she said.

"Bye Renae," I said, going out of the leafy coverage to go find my partners; the Stabbington brothers Ruby and Brendan.

Both of them were ruthless killers and looked basically identical (they were twins after all) except that Rubi had an eye patch over his left eye.

I didn't really want to be with them, one mistake and it was my life, but they were dangerous. I couldn't afford for them to be against me, for the safety of Renae.

May's POV

"17…18…19…20! Ready or not, here I come!" I yelled.

I ran down the stairs from my room. There were only so many places Torchic could hide. I slammed open the window.

"Aha!" I exclaimed.

Torchic wasn't directly in front of me, but I could see him from the corner of my eye, hiding behind the flower pot.

"Well I guess Torchic isn't out here," I said, walking back slightly.

I heard Torchic chuckle as I grabbed a small chunk of my hair.

I flicked it out and wrapped it around his leg before pulling it tight. Torchic was pulled up, screeching in shock as I jumped out from behind the window frame.

"That's 22 for me," I said as I let him down, "You wanna go 23 out of 45?"

Torchic didn't look impressed at all.

"Oh, well what do you wanna do?" I asked.

He pointed out eagerly.

"No," I said firmly.

He gave me a look and stuck out his tongue.

The Beautifly that usually came to my window landed, trilling her greeting.

'Come outside,' she said, 'it won't be hard. Just use your hair.'

"No," I said, running a hand through a patch of my hair delicately, "I like it in here."

'No you don't,' Torchic said.

"Oh come on," I said, "It's not that bad. There's plenty to do!"

7 am the usual morning line up. Start on the chores and sweep til the floor's all clean. Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up. Sweep again and by then it's like 7:15.

I always did my chores in the morning. It made it easier for the rest of the day and mother always did like the tower clean. It usually put her in a good mood. First I swept the floor. I chucked the only other dress I owned and mother's other two dresses in the wash with my pyjamas and put it on.

Beautifly used gust to get rid of the dust and I sent Torchic across the floor on a bar of soap as I followed with brushes on my feet.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed as I slipped over, "This is tricky."

And then I'll read a book, or maybe two or three.

I grabbed the only three books I had on the shelf. One was a cook book, one was about Pokémon, but the story book was my favourite. It was about a girl, who thought she was worthless, but ended up saving her entire village.

Torchic and Beautifly sat on the end of my bed as I read them part of the story.

I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery.

I loved to paint. For my birthday, mother usually got me paints to decorate the walls. She didn't mind a few colours.

I'll play guitar.

Beautifly and Torchic both cringed as I strummed the guitar.

"Well I'm sorry I don't know how to play," I said.

And knit.

"Over, under, through," I muttered, "Over, under, over, through, over, under, under, over AH! I'm stuck!"

Beautifly giggled at the knot I'd made of the string.

And cook and basically wonder, when will my life begin?

"Ah! Hot!" I exclaimed, putting my finger in my mouth. I put gloves on and took the burnt pie out of the oven.

"That was so not worth the burn," I muttered.

Then after lunch its puzzles.

"Hey Beautifly, have you found it yet?" I asked.

'No,' she said.

"Why?" I exclaimed, "Another puzzle ruined! I only have one left!"

And darts.

Torchic quickly darted out of the way as a dart flew towards him.

"Sorry," I said, "I guess my aim is still a little off."

And baking.

I looked at the soggy cake with Beautifly.

"I think I'm getting better," I said.

Papier-Mache.

"AH! Get off me!" I yelled.

Torchic calmly walked over and pulled the glue soaked piece of paper from my fingers and stuck it onto his model.

"Show off," I mumbled.

Bit of ballet.

I lay on the floor, tangled up and my own hair.

"Next time, remind me that this was a bad idea."

And chess.

'Check mate,' Torchic said.

"How do you do that in four moves! I give up!"

Pottery.

A crash sounded as I dropped my 3rd vase.

"Oops?"

And ventriloquy.

"Hello, my name is Torchic," I said, "and I like to go soap surfing."

'Not amused,' Torchic said.

Candle making.

"Here,' I said, handing Beautifly another lump of wax with a wick.

Then I'll stretch.

"Why are my toes so far away?"

Maybe sketch.

"Can you pass me the blue-HEY! Don't put it on me!"

Take a climb.

I panted, holding my grip tight.

"Please tell me I'm almost there."

'You're about 30 cm off the ground.'

Sow a dress.

"Torchic! Get back here!"

'NO! It'll get stuck!'

And I'll reread those books if I have time to spare.

I picked up the story book, reading it a lot faster.

I'll paint the wall some more, I'm sure there's room somewhere.

"Do you see a free spot?"

'Behind the door?'

"Perfect!"

And then I'll brush and brush and brush and brush my hair.

"My arms hurt," I said, dropping the brush.

Stuck in the same place I've always been, and I'll keep wondering and wondering and wondering and wondering, when will my life begin?

I finished painting the last light on my drawing. It looked pretty good I thought. Just like the ones in the sky.

Tomorrow night, the lights will appear. Just like they do on my birthday each year.

I looked out the window, remembering the feeling of seeing the lights rise.

What is it like? Out there where they glow? Now that I'm older, mother might just, let me go.

I painted a girl or 18, with long blonde hair into the picture.

Maybe she'd take me this year…

Me: YAY! New project!

Drew: Haven't you already got enough going?

Me: HUSH! I've been excited for this ever since I thought of the idea. I'm going to do a remake of the movie Tangled with contestshipping

May:...Why? Why would you just remake a movie?

Me: It's not just a remake. It's a twist! YES! This is another movie twist! I will be adding in my own personal adjustments. As you can already sort of tell.

Drew: What makes you think this'll be any better?

Me: *shrugs* I dunno. Might not be. But because I'm on holidays, think of this as my little holiday project. Because it's winter and I have a lot of time to write in the winter because it's too cold to do anything else.

And yes. The stary was meant to be choppy. I didn't want to write out the whole thing, mostly because I didn't want the start to be told from Drew's POV, but I also just wanted to include some of the important bits. And yes...If you couldn't tell, I did add in that the princess was presumed to be dead.

And I already added in my first major twist! Drew's sister, Renae, is included in this! Yay!

So...

May: Review if you liked!

Me: that was my line!

Drew: Are you really encouraging them to read this May? It's about our shipping you know that right?

May: It is?

Me: Someone obviously missed the memo.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!