AN* Thanks for the reviews!!!!!! Ill answer a few of the questions and stuff before I continue with the story...

Firebird- Sorry about the 'miss' and 'ma'am' thing; I'm stoopidO_o;; and I don't have time to go back and fix it... please just over look it!!

Jasmine is jealous because Estrella does not have to try to act... noble? she just seems to. Jasmine wants what Estrella has: Natural Ability.

Mari is not the queen, and Jasmine and Anton are not siblings, I don't know how I made you believe that and I am sorry. Mari and her family are just noble not royal.

About Estrella being pale, well if you read my other stories I pretty much use the same looks for all my princesses. Who doesn't want to be a fairy tale princess right? Well that is kinda how I look (but I am getting more sun now and I'm not nearly as pretty as I make the princesses sound).

Keed – The name Estella is a real name (and a beautiful one!) but the word for 'star' is 'estrella'... I'm pretty sure. lol

This chapter will explain the prophecy a little more. I hope I answered your questions well enough and hope yall enjoy this chapter.

            Jasmine looked at another of the expensive materials her mother handed her.

            They don't have the money for this! Estrella thought watching Jasmine's look of displeasure, one would have never known she actually liked it.

            "I think this is the one, don't you mother?" Jasmine said bored, the light pink color did look lovely, Estrella wasn't to sure if it was the best color for Jasmine though.

           

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            Jasmine looked over at Estrella who had her arms full of the things Mari was buying. Estrella would look extravagant if she were to dress in a color that suited her.

            "Jasmine, I truly liked the red." No, that color would look to beautiful on Estrella, what if something happened and she got her hands on just a small amount of the material! Jasmine shuddered at the thought of Estrella dancing at the ball.

            "Mother, we still need to look for shoes, I will take this material." Mari nodded and they paid and walked out of the store letting Estrella take another item in her arms and expected her to keep up.

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            "The ball is in a month," Estrella said out loud as she danced around with an imaginary man in her room. I never thought I would actually want to go to one of these things, and here I am, wanting it more then anything; why could I not go? Why must people hate gypsies? She dreamed her gown, red silk; she was never known to wear a pale color and red happened to be her favorite; though would it be appropriate to go to a ball? What is a ball like? She thought glancing around her imaginary palace. She smiled and shrugged, it didn't matter; hers was just as beautiful if not more.

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            Anton closed his eyes for some much needed rest, but opened them again. Same dream, same gypsy girl! Why her? There are so many women? Why must I have saved one that would bewitched me?!

            Every time he slept he dreamed of Estrella, she seemed to be with him everywhere he was.

            He rolled over and closed his eyes. He didn't truly mind all the dreams of the gypsy girl...

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            Miyara, the drabardi (fortune teller) of the gypsy band, the one who had held Estrella in her arms before her father claimed her, smiled. Yes, the Man's prophecy just might come true. She remembered back to the day she met the Man. He had come asking for a place to stay...

            "For a small meal I will tell you a story." He said sitting down at the small wood table. Miyara smiled kindly and set the food in front of him. He ate it quickly then looked up at her, his eyes so serious.

            "You watched over the child Estrella, yes?" Miyara nodded. "You loved her?" Again Miyara nodded and began to force back the tears. "I will tell you a story..."

            "3 days before Estrella's birth a prince was born, the prince lost his love of life, he lost his very soul. 3 days after the death of Estrella's father," Miyara gasped in shock but the man kept talking, "Estrella will be taken as a slave. Within the number of three, divided, multiplied or three at the number, Estrella will change many lives for the better. However this may not ever happen. Estrella will need your help, Miyara."

            Miyara stared at this stranger. How did he know her name? How did he know of Estrella and where did he come up with this crazed prophecy? She loved Estrella, and would do anything to help her.

            "What is it that I am to do for the girl?" Miyara asked.

            "You will know Miyara." The man stood, "you will know." He left. Miyara stood staring after him, she didn't even ask him his name.

            Miyara smiled at the memory. He was right, I do know what it is that I must do for young Estrella. Miyara cast a simple spell to disturb the prince's dreams and gave him beautiful dreams of Estrella, she then cast another spell, leaving the prince alone, she glanced into the crystal ball in front of her and saw the another boy, close to the prince's age and his dreams, she was pleased at what she saw.

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            Angel walked out looking for his friend, the prince Anton.

            "Angel," Angel jumped and turned, his blond hair swinging around his shoulders. Anton stood behind him, the normal and very sad expression played his face.

            "I was looking for you," he said in his always cheerful voice. Anton nodded and looked out over the river in which they where standing beside. Angel noticed this and smiled. "It's a nice looking isn't it? Bet the water is pretty cold."

            Anton shrugged. Angel's smile grew as wide as humanly possible and Anton noticed it a second too late.

            "Don't think about –" to late, his mouth was already full of the water before he could finish his threat. "Angel!"

            Angel jumped into the water, splashing Anton even more. Anton grabbed Angel's shoulders and playfully dunked the other boy under. Angel was the stronger however and easily pulled from Anton and the two of them played like they did when they were children.

            "Hey," Anton said gasping for air as he and Angel laid on the bank trying to catch their breath. "You know about me having to marry right?"

            There was a silence.

            "Well then say something about it!" Anton said, Angel was practically his adviser and only true friend.

            "Congratulations! Your mother is making your life easy because you don't have a choice. Women are evil Anton." Angel joked, Anton knew of how many women wanted to be wed to the large, blonde haired man. Anton chuckled and threw his arm lazily to the side so that it smacked Angel in the chest.

            "Do you think it's a bad idea?" Angel laid still for a moment and Anton had to look over at his friend to make sure the other young man had not fallen asleep.

            "Well it's not going to be easy on you like you think." Angel said in a more serious tone. "Even though you are being forced you will still have to actually choose which bride you want." Angel yawned. "But if you ask me I think you should love her."

            Anton laid quietly for along time.

            "Love." he muttered before surrendering to his sleepy body. Angel glanced over at the prince when he realized he was asleep he grinned and also closed his eyes.

*AN: Please review

I know it was really short; I am soooo sorry!!! I am going through a .... dun dun dun dun.... writers block!!!!!! I'm sorry this chapter wasn't very good, I kinda forced it out... Pleeeaaassseee be patient with my next chapters, I hate having to force out my chapters and I am not really pleased with this one.