First off, I will start by saying thank you to those who reviewed my story. 3 It has inspired my to write another chapter. I hope that my writing isn't rushed.
Secondly, Merry Christmas. It actually began to snow here once everyone had settled down. Hopefully it sticks.
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Chapter 2: Please stayTime held no purpose here, though she found herself keeping 'time' in mind out of mere habit much to her parent's discontent. The thought of immortality was something to get used to and the simple act of stating certain intervals of the day provided her with a pleasant nostalgic feeling that was reminiscent of her life in the upper world.
The faun, only minutely troubled by this, spent extended periods of time in her presence in an often vain attempt to distract her from these memories. Though in truth, he wasn't at all perturbed by these habits she would so desperately cling to, finding them almost endearing having been fond of her human self since the beginning.
No, he had worried for her happiness and though he knew he would always find her were she to ever venture to the surface once more, he knew deep down that a part of him would selfishly long for her presence here with him. The thought of meeting only to see a lack of recognition within her eyes was nothing short of torment. One he wished to never experience.
But as days passed, the princess settled into a seemingly comfortable schedule, discarding more of her human self to make way for knowledge necessary in ruling a kingdom. It pained him horribly knowing he had been contributing to this and did his best to retain her memories, if not within her, then himself. Young Ofelia was becoming Princess Moanna. Something he had wished for so religiously now leaving him to dread the future.
Of course… She would always know him and of her adventures in reaching this point, the regality of such a life did not suit her. He had sympathized with her past wishes to return to the surface if only to see a smile on her face. The role of Moanna was, though caring and understanding to her subjects, a position that required sacrifice of one's self. As the steely face of obligation settled upon her once bright and youthful features, he could swear that his heart might break. Though strong, she appeared fragile and solemn, no longer openly enjoying the company of others and he feared in this case that she might isolate herself.
Fortunately, she had not reached this inevitable stage in her life and still remained the carefree child he had come to feel great affection towards. He was not there for her as much as he could be and inwardly chastised himself for his own stubbornness. For open affection was not something he was used to, though he could recall lifting this veil for her sake.
How pleasant it had been to hold the weeping child that night upon the surface, wanting nothing more than to keep her there, muttering soft words of comfort to ease her pain.
She remembered this; he knew that. And she had been just as willing to receive him, the overly trusting openness that come with innocence, allowing him passage to her heart to do with whatever he pleased.
He promised himself he would never hurt her again, never having wished to betray her.
She had forgiven him and it was his turn to keep and cherish this.
It was time to set fate in motion.
For she knew nothing as of yet regarding his deepest feelings, present since the day of her birth.
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Does that sound creepy? No devious plots there, though in regards to plots, one is to begin in the next chapter. You know. Speech, actual sensible POV's. xD
But yes. R and R please. –insert hearts here because hates them- I might reread this chapter and fix it, but no promises.
