A lonely figure stood on the balcony of the palace, looking out into the
night sky. A cold wind blew her blonde pigtails, they fluttered around her
face like butterflies.
"Darling? Are you out here?" A voice came from behind the lace curtains.
"Yes Mother. I am."
Her mother soon joined Serena and together they stood staring out into the ebony night. Queen Serenity placed her arms around her daughters' waist gently. She was holding her tightly, never wanting to let her go.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" The young princess said, staring at the planet in front of them.
The Queen kissed her cheek tenderly. "You know, ever since you were a little girl, you use to want live there. Every night, when you were supposed to be in bed, I would catch you out here, staring at the Earth." The princess nodded her head and smiled cheekily. A gentle wind blew both their tresses, a ballet of silver and gold blew behind the two beauties. "Don't go." She whispered in to her daughters' ear and hugged her tighter. "Please don't leave me."
She backed away from her mother and looked deeply into her eyes. "You know that I have to. Please don't make this harder then it already is." Her eyes had started to redden from tears. The queen fell silent. "We both know that this is for the best, I should have gone years ago."
"Please." She begged softly, her breaking voice was barely audible. "Sweetheart."
But Serena cut her off with a swift shake of her head. She led the queen to the edge of the balcony. "Look down there. What do you see?"
The queen gazed over the edge, down at her kingdom. The once marbled buildings had now turned to stone, crumbling away under the stress war. Around the kingdom there were orange flames flickering. Some of the fires were lit by the soldiers from earth, the larger ones were. The smaller ones, however, were fire lit by the Moon citizens. Homeless and starving, they lit the fires to keep warm. The queen closed her eyes for a moment, a silvery tear spilling forth.
"Without the war, the moon can have a chance to recover. We can rebuild our great kingdom." She smiled hopefully, and the queen nodded her head. As much as she didn't want to loose her only daughter, it was the right decision. "The sun will be setting on the earth in less then an hour. I must go to him."
Serenity fell silent fro a moment, but then she reached into a secret pocket behind her dress and pulled out something wrapped in a silk handkerchief. "This is for you." She said, handing the gift to her daughter. "If nothing happens, or you want to escape from him, this will help you."
With a loving smile, she accepted the gift. She pulled back the silky material, her smile vanishing with the mystery of what was inside. "What are you thinking?" She demanded, her gentle disposition disappearing at once. In her hands soot a dagger, about thirty centimetres long. The steel blade glowed red from the night sky, it looked like it had been stained with blood. The handle was made out of Moonstone, a precious crystal that found only in rare craters on the dark side of the moon. On the handle, there were half moons made out of pure gold. The dagger itself was as light as a feather to touch, but it weighed heavily on the young princesses heart. "How dare you give this to me. What do you expect me to do!" She yelled at her eerily silent mother. "If you are expecting me to shed more blood." She paused, the anger inside of her was building up, so like any young lady, she stopped and counted to ten. "Enough blood had been stained on my hands, no more." Still angry, she handed the weapon back to the queen.
"Please take it. You may need it. If he tries," She stopped momentarily to swallow the lump in her throat. "If he tries to hurt you, or compromise you in anyway. Just remember, you owe that tyrant NOTHING!" The queen was surprised as the anger in her voice. Like her daughter, she took a moment to calm down. She closed her eyes but then she felt a squeeze on her hand.
"Don't worry. I am a big girl." She smiled sweetly. "Promise me that you will rebuild our kingdom. No matter what happens." She wiped her mother's cheeks dry. "Okay," She said taking back the dagger. "If anything happens, I will use it."
Serenity gave a loving smile.
"I must go now," She said, staring at the slowly darkening earth. "If I don't, it will be too late." She embraced her mother one last time.
"You are always in my heart, my darling."
"And you are in mine." .
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~*~*~*~*~*~~* .
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The dusk sky was painted with blood as a crimson sun faded away behind the distant mountains. Their shadowy peaks marched along the horizon like a dark army, soon to be blended into the black night sky. Nights were always dark here. Ever since the moon lost its sparkling lustre, the nights had grown black and cold, regardless what season it was. The chilling embrace of the night air destroyed everything it touched, the plants decayed, flowers perish and pure souls were easily fouled.
Alone in his castle keep, he looked out upon the dying sun, letting the last of the warmth comfort what was left of his soul.
His heart stopped beating. 'She is not coming.' He whispered sadly to himself, a diamond tear spilled forth from his ocean blue eyes. He wiped the tear away and looked at the shiny bead that was glistening on his hand. It was an unusual sight, for him to shed any kind of emotion, he stared at the watery drop like a child, enchanted that he could create something so beautiful, something so sad.
Slowly brining it up to his mouth, he tasted the salty water. Its briny taste felt refreshing and strangely comforting, forcing him to experience a long forgotten feeling.
Years of battle had left his heart callous. It had become harder then stone, colder then ice and unfriendlier then the darkness of shadows. However, his heart was already broken before the war, the war was just a means to an end. To him it didn't matter if he won or lost. Although part wanted to win the war, another part of him just wanted his suffering to end.
He had grown up alone, suffering silently. The servants had left him while he was young, they did not understand what had happened to him, nobody did. They were afraid as he changed, as he transformed, transformed into something unnatural. They left him, uttering prayers and spiteful words, like he was the spawn of Satan himself.
His parents died when he was mealy a child. A child left alone to die of sadness, so during the day a part of him would die, little by little.
But during the night, he changed into something worse, something evil. Something that would corrupt any pure soul it could find.
So alone, the prince of the earth grew up, getting only the rare visitor who brought him food, followed by them running away in terror.
So he grew up alone in a dark castle, filled of empty rooms and lost hopes. There was never any sound of laughter in the corridor, or children playing innocently with their families. He had grown up with the sound of the wind howling through the eves and cobwebs gathering in the corners.
The last of the glowing sun disappeared into the horizon. He shed another tear, slowly, he watched it roll of his pale cheek and fall to its death below him. 'She isn't coming.'
Suddenly, a huge knock echoed throughout the house. His heart jumped, springing back into life. He dare not move. Too frozen to open the door, too afraid to face her. He stood amongst the gargoyles, hoping to fade away into the shadowy night like the sun. With a loud creak, he heard the doors open. He stopped breathing. He wanted to be silent, not wanting to be discovered. He wanted her to leave.
All these long years, he had waited for *her* to finally say that she would be with him. Now that his wait was over, he was scared. He wanted something that was out of reach, and now that he had it, he didn't want to loose it and he knew that he would. As soon as she saw him, as soon as she saw the man that he was, she would hate him. She would hate him even more then she already did and he would loose her forever. Another sparkling tear splashed on the ground. He knew that she would break him, even while his heart was already broken beyond repair. If she broke it, he would surely die.
He closed his sapphire eyes for a moment, letting the last of his tears spill forth.
He knew the truth about himself. All the names that she called him earlier at the palace were true. He was an ogre, a tyrant, and a bully. He had watched the war that had raged on for years, he had caused the war. Caused the suffering and death. . .
.
.
The sun had finally departed. . .
.
.
. The change came again. .
.
.
A spark of anger burned within him as he thought of the battles, his classic evil smile retuning to his lips. 'They deserved it!' He thought to himself. 'They all deserve to die!' He felt no remorse for the war he had started. He was not sorry for the deaths, if anything, he was proud. Proud to show them all that he was not weak, happy to stop their taunting.
By night, he could hear their mocking laughter on the wind. No matter what he did, he could still hear it. He use to scream out into the night for silence, but no silence ever came. It had all but driven him mad, until one day. On the most unlikely of days, he saw her. Saw the princess of the moon, and something within him stirred. Ever since that moment, he knew. He knew he had to have her, no matter what the cost.
He gathered armies, men that served him, only under fear that their families would suffer if they refused. With his vast armies he corrupted the moon, destroying everything that he touched. For him it was easy: by nightfall he would come and wreak havoc on the white kingdom. By dawn he would return to Earth, leaving his armies behind to finish off any survivors.
He heard the door close. Had she gone? Had she left him here, decided that death would be better then spending even one second with him. He wiped his salty cheeks dry, he would never let her see him cry. Crying was a weakness he would never show. 'She will not hurt me.' He thought to himself, his heart frosting over again. All the emotions that had just filled his body had vanished with the sun. 'I won't let her, I won't let her inside my heart. Then she will be mine for an eternity. Even if I have to torture her until she screams to stop. She will be mine.'
The last emotion left his body. His heart was stone once again. The princess would be reduced to a life of slavery. A life of misery and loneliness, just like his. .
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A.N. I will be sure to get the next chapter out soon, I promise. Please review, it only takes a second ^_^
"Darling? Are you out here?" A voice came from behind the lace curtains.
"Yes Mother. I am."
Her mother soon joined Serena and together they stood staring out into the ebony night. Queen Serenity placed her arms around her daughters' waist gently. She was holding her tightly, never wanting to let her go.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" The young princess said, staring at the planet in front of them.
The Queen kissed her cheek tenderly. "You know, ever since you were a little girl, you use to want live there. Every night, when you were supposed to be in bed, I would catch you out here, staring at the Earth." The princess nodded her head and smiled cheekily. A gentle wind blew both their tresses, a ballet of silver and gold blew behind the two beauties. "Don't go." She whispered in to her daughters' ear and hugged her tighter. "Please don't leave me."
She backed away from her mother and looked deeply into her eyes. "You know that I have to. Please don't make this harder then it already is." Her eyes had started to redden from tears. The queen fell silent. "We both know that this is for the best, I should have gone years ago."
"Please." She begged softly, her breaking voice was barely audible. "Sweetheart."
But Serena cut her off with a swift shake of her head. She led the queen to the edge of the balcony. "Look down there. What do you see?"
The queen gazed over the edge, down at her kingdom. The once marbled buildings had now turned to stone, crumbling away under the stress war. Around the kingdom there were orange flames flickering. Some of the fires were lit by the soldiers from earth, the larger ones were. The smaller ones, however, were fire lit by the Moon citizens. Homeless and starving, they lit the fires to keep warm. The queen closed her eyes for a moment, a silvery tear spilling forth.
"Without the war, the moon can have a chance to recover. We can rebuild our great kingdom." She smiled hopefully, and the queen nodded her head. As much as she didn't want to loose her only daughter, it was the right decision. "The sun will be setting on the earth in less then an hour. I must go to him."
Serenity fell silent fro a moment, but then she reached into a secret pocket behind her dress and pulled out something wrapped in a silk handkerchief. "This is for you." She said, handing the gift to her daughter. "If nothing happens, or you want to escape from him, this will help you."
With a loving smile, she accepted the gift. She pulled back the silky material, her smile vanishing with the mystery of what was inside. "What are you thinking?" She demanded, her gentle disposition disappearing at once. In her hands soot a dagger, about thirty centimetres long. The steel blade glowed red from the night sky, it looked like it had been stained with blood. The handle was made out of Moonstone, a precious crystal that found only in rare craters on the dark side of the moon. On the handle, there were half moons made out of pure gold. The dagger itself was as light as a feather to touch, but it weighed heavily on the young princesses heart. "How dare you give this to me. What do you expect me to do!" She yelled at her eerily silent mother. "If you are expecting me to shed more blood." She paused, the anger inside of her was building up, so like any young lady, she stopped and counted to ten. "Enough blood had been stained on my hands, no more." Still angry, she handed the weapon back to the queen.
"Please take it. You may need it. If he tries," She stopped momentarily to swallow the lump in her throat. "If he tries to hurt you, or compromise you in anyway. Just remember, you owe that tyrant NOTHING!" The queen was surprised as the anger in her voice. Like her daughter, she took a moment to calm down. She closed her eyes but then she felt a squeeze on her hand.
"Don't worry. I am a big girl." She smiled sweetly. "Promise me that you will rebuild our kingdom. No matter what happens." She wiped her mother's cheeks dry. "Okay," She said taking back the dagger. "If anything happens, I will use it."
Serenity gave a loving smile.
"I must go now," She said, staring at the slowly darkening earth. "If I don't, it will be too late." She embraced her mother one last time.
"You are always in my heart, my darling."
"And you are in mine." .
.
.
~*~*~*~*~*~~* .
.
.
The dusk sky was painted with blood as a crimson sun faded away behind the distant mountains. Their shadowy peaks marched along the horizon like a dark army, soon to be blended into the black night sky. Nights were always dark here. Ever since the moon lost its sparkling lustre, the nights had grown black and cold, regardless what season it was. The chilling embrace of the night air destroyed everything it touched, the plants decayed, flowers perish and pure souls were easily fouled.
Alone in his castle keep, he looked out upon the dying sun, letting the last of the warmth comfort what was left of his soul.
His heart stopped beating. 'She is not coming.' He whispered sadly to himself, a diamond tear spilled forth from his ocean blue eyes. He wiped the tear away and looked at the shiny bead that was glistening on his hand. It was an unusual sight, for him to shed any kind of emotion, he stared at the watery drop like a child, enchanted that he could create something so beautiful, something so sad.
Slowly brining it up to his mouth, he tasted the salty water. Its briny taste felt refreshing and strangely comforting, forcing him to experience a long forgotten feeling.
Years of battle had left his heart callous. It had become harder then stone, colder then ice and unfriendlier then the darkness of shadows. However, his heart was already broken before the war, the war was just a means to an end. To him it didn't matter if he won or lost. Although part wanted to win the war, another part of him just wanted his suffering to end.
He had grown up alone, suffering silently. The servants had left him while he was young, they did not understand what had happened to him, nobody did. They were afraid as he changed, as he transformed, transformed into something unnatural. They left him, uttering prayers and spiteful words, like he was the spawn of Satan himself.
His parents died when he was mealy a child. A child left alone to die of sadness, so during the day a part of him would die, little by little.
But during the night, he changed into something worse, something evil. Something that would corrupt any pure soul it could find.
So alone, the prince of the earth grew up, getting only the rare visitor who brought him food, followed by them running away in terror.
So he grew up alone in a dark castle, filled of empty rooms and lost hopes. There was never any sound of laughter in the corridor, or children playing innocently with their families. He had grown up with the sound of the wind howling through the eves and cobwebs gathering in the corners.
The last of the glowing sun disappeared into the horizon. He shed another tear, slowly, he watched it roll of his pale cheek and fall to its death below him. 'She isn't coming.'
Suddenly, a huge knock echoed throughout the house. His heart jumped, springing back into life. He dare not move. Too frozen to open the door, too afraid to face her. He stood amongst the gargoyles, hoping to fade away into the shadowy night like the sun. With a loud creak, he heard the doors open. He stopped breathing. He wanted to be silent, not wanting to be discovered. He wanted her to leave.
All these long years, he had waited for *her* to finally say that she would be with him. Now that his wait was over, he was scared. He wanted something that was out of reach, and now that he had it, he didn't want to loose it and he knew that he would. As soon as she saw him, as soon as she saw the man that he was, she would hate him. She would hate him even more then she already did and he would loose her forever. Another sparkling tear splashed on the ground. He knew that she would break him, even while his heart was already broken beyond repair. If she broke it, he would surely die.
He closed his sapphire eyes for a moment, letting the last of his tears spill forth.
He knew the truth about himself. All the names that she called him earlier at the palace were true. He was an ogre, a tyrant, and a bully. He had watched the war that had raged on for years, he had caused the war. Caused the suffering and death. . .
.
.
The sun had finally departed. . .
.
.
. The change came again. .
.
.
A spark of anger burned within him as he thought of the battles, his classic evil smile retuning to his lips. 'They deserved it!' He thought to himself. 'They all deserve to die!' He felt no remorse for the war he had started. He was not sorry for the deaths, if anything, he was proud. Proud to show them all that he was not weak, happy to stop their taunting.
By night, he could hear their mocking laughter on the wind. No matter what he did, he could still hear it. He use to scream out into the night for silence, but no silence ever came. It had all but driven him mad, until one day. On the most unlikely of days, he saw her. Saw the princess of the moon, and something within him stirred. Ever since that moment, he knew. He knew he had to have her, no matter what the cost.
He gathered armies, men that served him, only under fear that their families would suffer if they refused. With his vast armies he corrupted the moon, destroying everything that he touched. For him it was easy: by nightfall he would come and wreak havoc on the white kingdom. By dawn he would return to Earth, leaving his armies behind to finish off any survivors.
He heard the door close. Had she gone? Had she left him here, decided that death would be better then spending even one second with him. He wiped his salty cheeks dry, he would never let her see him cry. Crying was a weakness he would never show. 'She will not hurt me.' He thought to himself, his heart frosting over again. All the emotions that had just filled his body had vanished with the sun. 'I won't let her, I won't let her inside my heart. Then she will be mine for an eternity. Even if I have to torture her until she screams to stop. She will be mine.'
The last emotion left his body. His heart was stone once again. The princess would be reduced to a life of slavery. A life of misery and loneliness, just like his. .
.
.
.
A.N. I will be sure to get the next chapter out soon, I promise. Please review, it only takes a second ^_^