Chapter 1
Ten years later
"Wake up Miss, we've got allot of work to do" Jesminda whispered quietly so she wouldn't startle Misty.
"Please Jess, just give me a little more sleep. The elves in Fyaedon haven't even woken up yet." Misty covered her head with her worn out, moth- eatened blanket.
"No Misty, if you want to make it to the village before the food starts to rot, then you must wake before the sun."
Misty got out of bed. She was still groggy. She had been dreaming of the time when her mother was alive. They were sliding down the banisters and throwing grapes at the manservant again. What fun they had, when she was alive. But now Misty could only dream of her wonderful mother.
Misty lived on a farm with her once lady-in-waiting, Jesminda. Ten years ago Misty's step- father had cast her out of her kingdom, leaving her with nothing but rags. The young princess was terrified with no money, and nowhere to live. Everything flashed through her mind that day. She saw orges, and starvation, and all she could do was imagine herself getting lost in a forest. At the time she was seven, and she had no one else to turn to.
Now Misty was seventeen. She and Jess had left the castle that day; Misty left her princess title, clothes, dolls, and life in her old home. She was born again. She now lived in a little cottage, not far from the kingdom of Kyrrie. She dressed, lived, ate, and worked like a peasant. Every day she would go to the market and sell Jess's magic vegetables. And everyday she would come back with just enough money for food on the table.
"You'd better get a move on lass if you want to sell anything. The sun almost wakes from its slumber." Jess said as she swept the dirt out from the tiny cottage.
"Yes Jess, I'm leaving now." Misty sarcastically rolled her eyes. If the sun hasn't woken up yet, then neither should she.
"Please take a shawl, it should be getting chilly. And please, be careful. Remember what I told you," Jess said with a worried look in her eyes?
"Yes, remember, there are orges, gnomes, and many other things I don't know about but should stay away from. Don't worry Jess, I do this every day, I will be fine." Misty was getting annoyed.
~**~
It was a beautiful day. The sun was rising, and the leaves looked gold. The sky was filled with many colors, like bold pink, that faded into a deep red. If you look close enough, you could still see the stars.
Misty tried to balance the basket full of vegetables in her arms, but for some reasons today it was extremely heavy. She heard the animals, and birds waking up. The world was waking from its slumber, and was quiet no more. She started to daydream. "Wouldn't it be lovely if I could just fly away," she thought to herself? That's what I'll do. One day I'll fly away. I'll have my own adventures. I'll fight orges, and see the ocean, and I'll fall in love with a dashing prince. And then I'll be a princess once again.
Just as Misty was deep in her daydream, she was awakened by the sounds of horse hooves. Suddenly she was staring face to face with four horses, going full-speed, and carrying a carriage.
Whoosh. Out of fear, Misty had fell, dropping the basket, and all of the vegetables with it. She starting picking them up, but it was of no use. She had just lost a days pay.
The carriage stopped, and Misty was extremely surprised. Most rich folks would rather spit on a peasant then stop and talk to one.
Misty almost had a heart attack when she realized who had stepped out of the carriage. It was King Charmont, and Queen Ella of Kyrrie.
"Are you alright dear? That was quite a fall," The king said. He didn't have a worried look on his face. He actually looked quite amused.
"I'm fine, your highness. I'm truly sorry. I was daydreaming again, and I sort of lost my place. I'm so sorry to take up your time," Misty said, a nervous shadow cast over her face. If she were back in her own kingdom, something like this would have cost her her head. She tried to do somewhat of a curtsy.
"Nonsense, we are glad to help anyone. It looks like you have lots some of your vegetables. I imagine you were going to sell them. Well, then, let me see." The king pondered a moment. "I insist that we take you to our castle, and give you a nice stay."
Misty's eyes grew very wide. "Oh, no your highness. I could not possibly take your time or your space. Your offer is extraordinary, but surely a poor peasant like me does not deserve it."
"No, no I insist. We have caused you to loose what little money you have." The king now looked as if he was on the verge of laughing. "Maybe this girl could be of some use to me. She reminds me very much of Ella at that age," He thought to himself.
"We will take you to the castle and you will have a marvelous feast. Maybe we could even clean you up a bit as well? "Miss –
"Misty. My name is Misty your highness. And I am extremely grateful. You have no idea how much this means to me." Misty said, as she stepped inside the royal carriage. ~**~
Today was extremely boring. Zaine had no idea what he was going to do. He was having tea with his mother, the Duke of Eyoen and his wife. They were chatting away about another ball they were going to attend. They thought that if his parents Queen Ella and King Charmont were to attend, then more people would come to it. Blah.. Blah... Blah. He could even tell that his mother was getting bored. Every once in a while he saw his mothers eyes close, and then they would flutter back open. He wished his life were like his mothers. She takes everything as it comes. She always has a smile on her face, and she loves everyone. She had a wonderful childhood, filled with fairies, curses, and ogres. She had met her father when she was under the spell of Obedience, and she had broken it with true love. He promised himself that he would have adventures too. There's no use in being cooped up in an old castle all day long.
"Prince Ziane... Your highness, are you all right?" The Dukes wife stared with a fake smile on her face.
"Yes, I'm quite alright. What was your question again?" There was no use in hiding the fact that he was daydreaming. These two could bore a pack of orges.
"I asked if you were planning on getting married anytime soon. Surely there's a young broad out there for you somewhere," The Duke and his wife both leaned in closely as if he was actually going to tell them about his personal life.
"No my lady, no one yet, not that it's any of your business," He whispered. He caught his mother giving him the evil eye, but she was also laughing on the inside. Her eyes always said it all.
Just then the most beautiful girl walked in. Zaine was amazed. She had long, dark brown, curly hair. She had fierce gray eyes that faded into green. Her skin was as pale as the moon, and she walked as if she were light enough to float on clouds.
"Ah, yes. Here she is. My lady, and Sir duke, this is our new friend the King and I have made. Her name is Misty, and she will be staying with us for a while," The queen held the girls hand as she introduced them to the enchanted creature.
Finally she turned, and her eyes met his.
"Your highness," She curtsied. It wasn't a very good one, but she still pulled it off with grace.
Zaine was in awe. He leaned down to kiss her hand. "My lady."
@uthors note: This is my first time writing a big story like this, so please be patient! I may be a little rusty!! I hope you like it, and thanks to trisket-n-gunther for my very first comment! I appreciate it!
Ten years later
"Wake up Miss, we've got allot of work to do" Jesminda whispered quietly so she wouldn't startle Misty.
"Please Jess, just give me a little more sleep. The elves in Fyaedon haven't even woken up yet." Misty covered her head with her worn out, moth- eatened blanket.
"No Misty, if you want to make it to the village before the food starts to rot, then you must wake before the sun."
Misty got out of bed. She was still groggy. She had been dreaming of the time when her mother was alive. They were sliding down the banisters and throwing grapes at the manservant again. What fun they had, when she was alive. But now Misty could only dream of her wonderful mother.
Misty lived on a farm with her once lady-in-waiting, Jesminda. Ten years ago Misty's step- father had cast her out of her kingdom, leaving her with nothing but rags. The young princess was terrified with no money, and nowhere to live. Everything flashed through her mind that day. She saw orges, and starvation, and all she could do was imagine herself getting lost in a forest. At the time she was seven, and she had no one else to turn to.
Now Misty was seventeen. She and Jess had left the castle that day; Misty left her princess title, clothes, dolls, and life in her old home. She was born again. She now lived in a little cottage, not far from the kingdom of Kyrrie. She dressed, lived, ate, and worked like a peasant. Every day she would go to the market and sell Jess's magic vegetables. And everyday she would come back with just enough money for food on the table.
"You'd better get a move on lass if you want to sell anything. The sun almost wakes from its slumber." Jess said as she swept the dirt out from the tiny cottage.
"Yes Jess, I'm leaving now." Misty sarcastically rolled her eyes. If the sun hasn't woken up yet, then neither should she.
"Please take a shawl, it should be getting chilly. And please, be careful. Remember what I told you," Jess said with a worried look in her eyes?
"Yes, remember, there are orges, gnomes, and many other things I don't know about but should stay away from. Don't worry Jess, I do this every day, I will be fine." Misty was getting annoyed.
~**~
It was a beautiful day. The sun was rising, and the leaves looked gold. The sky was filled with many colors, like bold pink, that faded into a deep red. If you look close enough, you could still see the stars.
Misty tried to balance the basket full of vegetables in her arms, but for some reasons today it was extremely heavy. She heard the animals, and birds waking up. The world was waking from its slumber, and was quiet no more. She started to daydream. "Wouldn't it be lovely if I could just fly away," she thought to herself? That's what I'll do. One day I'll fly away. I'll have my own adventures. I'll fight orges, and see the ocean, and I'll fall in love with a dashing prince. And then I'll be a princess once again.
Just as Misty was deep in her daydream, she was awakened by the sounds of horse hooves. Suddenly she was staring face to face with four horses, going full-speed, and carrying a carriage.
Whoosh. Out of fear, Misty had fell, dropping the basket, and all of the vegetables with it. She starting picking them up, but it was of no use. She had just lost a days pay.
The carriage stopped, and Misty was extremely surprised. Most rich folks would rather spit on a peasant then stop and talk to one.
Misty almost had a heart attack when she realized who had stepped out of the carriage. It was King Charmont, and Queen Ella of Kyrrie.
"Are you alright dear? That was quite a fall," The king said. He didn't have a worried look on his face. He actually looked quite amused.
"I'm fine, your highness. I'm truly sorry. I was daydreaming again, and I sort of lost my place. I'm so sorry to take up your time," Misty said, a nervous shadow cast over her face. If she were back in her own kingdom, something like this would have cost her her head. She tried to do somewhat of a curtsy.
"Nonsense, we are glad to help anyone. It looks like you have lots some of your vegetables. I imagine you were going to sell them. Well, then, let me see." The king pondered a moment. "I insist that we take you to our castle, and give you a nice stay."
Misty's eyes grew very wide. "Oh, no your highness. I could not possibly take your time or your space. Your offer is extraordinary, but surely a poor peasant like me does not deserve it."
"No, no I insist. We have caused you to loose what little money you have." The king now looked as if he was on the verge of laughing. "Maybe this girl could be of some use to me. She reminds me very much of Ella at that age," He thought to himself.
"We will take you to the castle and you will have a marvelous feast. Maybe we could even clean you up a bit as well? "Miss –
"Misty. My name is Misty your highness. And I am extremely grateful. You have no idea how much this means to me." Misty said, as she stepped inside the royal carriage. ~**~
Today was extremely boring. Zaine had no idea what he was going to do. He was having tea with his mother, the Duke of Eyoen and his wife. They were chatting away about another ball they were going to attend. They thought that if his parents Queen Ella and King Charmont were to attend, then more people would come to it. Blah.. Blah... Blah. He could even tell that his mother was getting bored. Every once in a while he saw his mothers eyes close, and then they would flutter back open. He wished his life were like his mothers. She takes everything as it comes. She always has a smile on her face, and she loves everyone. She had a wonderful childhood, filled with fairies, curses, and ogres. She had met her father when she was under the spell of Obedience, and she had broken it with true love. He promised himself that he would have adventures too. There's no use in being cooped up in an old castle all day long.
"Prince Ziane... Your highness, are you all right?" The Dukes wife stared with a fake smile on her face.
"Yes, I'm quite alright. What was your question again?" There was no use in hiding the fact that he was daydreaming. These two could bore a pack of orges.
"I asked if you were planning on getting married anytime soon. Surely there's a young broad out there for you somewhere," The Duke and his wife both leaned in closely as if he was actually going to tell them about his personal life.
"No my lady, no one yet, not that it's any of your business," He whispered. He caught his mother giving him the evil eye, but she was also laughing on the inside. Her eyes always said it all.
Just then the most beautiful girl walked in. Zaine was amazed. She had long, dark brown, curly hair. She had fierce gray eyes that faded into green. Her skin was as pale as the moon, and she walked as if she were light enough to float on clouds.
"Ah, yes. Here she is. My lady, and Sir duke, this is our new friend the King and I have made. Her name is Misty, and she will be staying with us for a while," The queen held the girls hand as she introduced them to the enchanted creature.
Finally she turned, and her eyes met his.
"Your highness," She curtsied. It wasn't a very good one, but she still pulled it off with grace.
Zaine was in awe. He leaned down to kiss her hand. "My lady."
@uthors note: This is my first time writing a big story like this, so please be patient! I may be a little rusty!! I hope you like it, and thanks to trisket-n-gunther for my very first comment! I appreciate it!