Okay, now that I posted that prologue thing it's time to tell you a bit about the place this princess lives in. It's messed up. Now that I told you a bit about it, I will also tell you I am one of those people who don't usually write plots (though I did make a horrible one on a peice of paper). Enough about me. On to the story.
"Princess Regan! Princess, stop. You're going to hurt yourself!" Roseline out-stretched her shaking hand in an attempt to stop the girl. Not like it would do much anyway. 'Why was this girl always missbehaving?' As these thoughts flooded her mind, she turned towards the worrying herald, "I am sure she will be fine, but what ever happened to the castle, dear herald?"
Still shocked, the unfortunate herald looked as if his whole world was ending, "B-but the Princess! My Majesty told me t-that I-" gulping for a breathe of air, he came to his senses, "Well, i-. It seems an unnatural fog has befallen our Kingdom!" He knew the sooner he let out the news, the sooner he would be to seeing the Princess.
'What's this bright feeling? Relief from all that stress? It's so bright. Too bright...'
The rush of enthusiasm coated her every move. What was so important that they would send news so fast? Smiling to herself, she felt as if she was taking off. As if her feet were lifting off the ground, allowing her her freedom that taunted her every dream. It seemed so... unreal. Yet no mere words could kill that wonderous excitement. But what would soon took place was not just mere words. "You, girl! Stop!" The sharp voice pierced reality back in to her mind, "What are you doing here?"
"Huh, what?" Confused as to whom the unfamiliar voice belonged she stopped instantly in her tracks. As she turned around to face the stranger, she sworn someone had took her worst nightmares and made them reality. There, sprawled along the floor, were all of the guards, and servants of her castle. 'No, this couldn't be happening!' Her unsteady knees grew weak on her, dropping her to the floor. Even as she shook in fear, something in her lit a spark. A small joyful moment, as if a dark personality had tooken place.
Oh snap, I realized how depressing this story is getting! I can make it more, you know, light (if I am wording this properly) with less scenes like this. I can leave it at this level of seriousness, or... I can do what I am thinking of doing. And that is making scenes like this, along with scenes were they are having fun. (Maybe some comedy, but it isn't my strong point in writing). Reviews for what you think should be done, along with a few flames here and there to keep me warm. I am dedicating this fic to the following: Wikipedia, for correcting a few of my confusions, and Musal for being the first to review. I hope more people review this story so that I can have more ideas. They are short right now, so that I can make small changes. I also need people to partake in my polls, please. P.s, I am probably infamous for my ability to jump from topic to topic.
