The Prince's Story
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My queen has called me,
I go to her now.
I reach her side and bow down,
As is our custom, I kiss her hand.

Behind me, I hear a gasp,
And then turn around slowly.
On the ground crying softly,
Is a girl I feel I should know.

A part of me feels something,
But I hear my queen's command.
I stand up and draw my sword,
Preparing to end the girl's tears.

She looks up at me and asks a question,
I do not know how to reply.
A part of me knows the answer,
I ignore it and prepare to strike.

I look into the girl's eyes,
And move to swing my sword.
For a moment there is stillness,
Then her eyes turn icy grey.

The tiara she wore is spinning,
It strikes me and I fall.
Immediately the tears begin again,
There is blood coming from my stomach.

My queen commands me once more,
I had almost forgotten she was there.
I lean on my sword and try to rise,
My strength is almost tapped.

The girl is now at her weakest,
She has no tricks left to offer.
I will carry out my duty,
But she looks up and speaks once more.

She is holding out a locket,
That glows from some magic inside.
I reach over and touch it,
And the glow envelops my mind.

I look in those eyes and smile weakly,
I have no strength left to hide.
I see the queen and her anger,
And push the girl to one side.

Serenity, I remember...