Outlaw star isn't mine
A Fairy Tale
By Hanmyo
Once upon a time, long ago in a kingdom filled with joy and love, there lived a young princess. In spite of her father's wishes she refused to marry the suitors chosen for her. She was only fourteen, but she knew what she wanted. She wanted to know real love, to find someone she could truly care about. At an earlier age, she remembered hearing stories about princesses finding their one true love and living happily ever after. Since then, she'd been looking for a time when she could live happily ever after.
One fateful day, her father announced that she would be married to a man by the name Hazanko of the Anten Dynasty. Unable to bare her responsibilities as a princess she fled from the kingdom never to return.
Hazanko, a controlling man, was unpleased by his bride-to-be's disappearance. He had formed a scheme to take over the kingdom as soon as they were wed, but now she would delay his well-laid plans. He then set out to find her and bring her back. Thus where this fairy tale begins...
Hanmyo ran through the dense forest, avoiding roots and shrubs as best she could, dragging the length of her flowing lavender dress behind her. Her shoes had long since fallen from her cut and bruised feet. Starved and weak, the princess could run no longer and collapsed to the cool soil below her. She lay staring up at the bright blue sky. How she longed to be a bird and fly through the air. , to be free of the restraints of legs and feet.
She brushed a thin strand of purple hair from her eyes sighing as she lay there. The light of the bright sun became a dark shadow as it was blocked out by the tall figure of a robed man. Hanmyo jolted up, using some unknown strength in her. The man was rather short, wearing a long dark blue cloak around his broad body. Atop his head rested a tall pointed hat made of the same material of his cloak.
"Who are you? What do you want?" She asked stumbling back a bit. Suddenly she found herself falling, her foot caught in some unknown obstacle. Strong arms wrapped around her from behind as an unseen person prevented her from crashing to the hard ground below. A bit startled, she tried to stand, but lost her footing as pain shot through the captured ankle.
"Whoa! You're gonna hurt yourself." The sweet sound of a young boy's voice filled her ears as he lifted her into his arms. She looked up into his boyish face. His blond hair hung down over his crystal blue eyes. He smiled down at her making her forget all about her twisted ankle. He soon began to walk, carrying her behind the man in the blue robe, watching his step as he did, his blond hair waving back and forth in the warm wind.
"What is your name?" Hanmyo asked as they crossed a small clear stream.
"Jim." He answered, "What is yours?"
She smiled, pleased that this boy didn't know her royal status. "Hanmyo. Where are we going?"
"We're going back to my house. It isn't too much farther." They continued on past enormous oak trees that glow with the magic of butterflies and colorful birds. The sounds of the singing forest lifted her spirits. She had never heard something so beautiful in all her life at the palace.
Soon, the small group halted in front of a large oak. Hanmyo glanced around, a bit confused. Why were they stopping? This didn't look like any house she'd ever seen. The man in front took a small step forward and lifted a large, rough hand to the sky.
"Locugi mateisa kojukai..." He spoke the words in a familiar rhythm and went silent. His hand dropped back to the folds of his robe. For a few seconds there was nothing, no sound, and no movement. Then, from some unknown region inside the tree, the vibration of wood rubbing against wood echoed through the forest. Hanmyo watched as a hidden door on the face of the old tree slid to the side revealing the hollowed inside. The man stepped inside followed by herself and Jim. The insides were simple. A table in the corner served as a kitchen table. In the center of the room was a long wooden table covered in pots of powders and herbs. A large book lay open on the middle of the table. A small flight of stairs on the other side of the room looked to lead up to bedrooms.
Jim stepped forward, setting her on one of the chairs in the room. He stepped back allowing her to see him. He wore long brown pants that tucked into tall leather boots. A brown leather vest covered a light, off-white, long sleeve shirt. He bent down and lifted her foot. Hanmyo winced as the forgotten pain shot through her.
"Sorry," he smiled sheepishly; "I'll be right back ok?" She nodded and he left to the large table. She watched as he started checking over each pot trying to locate a certain one. She smiled to herself inwardly. He was so sweet. Something about him made her feel happy for once. The older man had long since left to the unknown upstairs.
Hanmyo sat silently waiting, when she heard a soft purr. She glanced around behind her looking for the source. Unable to see what it was she turned back.
"Hello!" A cheery voice chimed in next to her. She almost fell out of the wooden chair as the image of a small cat with wings smiled up at her.
"Oh don't mind Aisha." Jim said, returning with a small dish. "She's a bit nosy."
"Am not!" The cat creature announced, then proceeded to talk with the girl. "What's your name?"
"H-Hanmyo."She answered stuttering a bit.
"I'm Aisha! Where are you from?" This question caught her off guard. What was she going to say? She couldn't tell them the truth.
"Aw leaver alone Aisha." Jim said, saving her once again. He bent down with the dish in his hand and lifted her ankle gently. Taking some of the powder in his hand, he sprinkled it over her foot. She wondered what he was doing; she'd never seen medicine used in that way. The boy closed his eyes and started to chant. "Tukasai batsei..." Hanmyo's eyes widened as she felt the pain in her ankle leave her body, replaced by a soothing warmth.
"W-what is that?!" Jim had finished his chant and smiled up at her.
"It's a healing spell."
"You're a wizard?" She knew wizards were scarce in this world, she had heard stories about them, but never dreamt of actually meeting one.
"Well sort of. I'm in training. My father is much more powerful than I am."
"Your father?"
"Ya, the guy who went upstairs earlier. Sorry he didn't introduce himself. He's not one to interact with others."
Hanmyo smiled down at him as he continued to crouch in front of her. "It's ok." She didn't seem him blush as he stood. Her eyes turned back to Aisha, who was currently cleaning her fur.
"So what were you doing out n the forest alone, wearing a dress and no shoes?" Jim asked setting the powder dish back on the table. Hanmyo bit her lower lip. Now she'd have to tell him. She didn't want to but there was no way around it.
"Running." She said softly.
"I could see that, but what were you running for.... or is it from?"
"I was running from my parents." She lowered her eyes, unable to let him see her tears.
"Your parents? What for?"
She sighed, might as well tell him the entire story. "I haven't been totally honest with you. My real name is Princess Hanmyo of the Neko kingdom. My parents were to have me wed to a man named Hazanko of the Anten Dynasty."
Jim was silent. This is it. He hates me now, she thought. "That's terrible." He spoke up. "How can a person's parents force love on them?" Hanmyo looked up at him; her eyes brimmed with tears. "What?! Did I say something wrong?!"
She smiled up at him laughing a bit and shook her head; "No you didn't do anything wrong."
"Then why the tears?" He asked taking a seat next to her.
"It's just.... I've never met anyone... as nice as you..." This response seemed to catch him off guard and he found himself without words. The only thing he could manage was a coy smile.
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Ok i really am enjoying this one^^ i hope yall like it^^ thanks for readin
