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Chapter four: A Dark Bird
Soon Garverde's brothers and sisters abandoned the task of trying to teach the little mouse how to act like a mouse.
So Garverde was free.
H spent his days playing pranks on his family, staring dreamily at the light in the stained-glass windows. He went to the library and read over and over again the story of the princess and the knight. He told jokes to anyone who would hear them. He finally discovered the source of the honey sound.
It was music.
The sound was the princess, Princess Rae, playing her piano before she retired for the night, while her brother, King Richard listened. For you see, even the kings and princesses of any world need light. Everybody has a different kind of light. There light was music.
Hidden in a hole in the wall of the parlor, the mouse listened with all of his heart. The sound of the keys being pressed down by dainty fingers made Garverde's soul grow large and light inside of him.
"Heaven." He said dreamily. "Better then jokes or tofu. It smells like honey."
He stuck one pointed green ear out of the hole in the wall so that he could hear the music better, and then he stuck his right ear out so that he could hear better still. And it wasn't too long before one of his paws followed his head, and then another paw, and without any planning, he was out in the open, just so he could get closer to the music. And even though Garverde did not indulge in the normal behaviors of mice, he did follow the most basic of all mice rules ever been mad: Do not ever, under any circumstances, reveal yourself to humans.
But the music was drawing him to it, calling his name ever so sweetly. He crept towards the piano, and sat right near the stool. And of course the princess spotted him.
The princess was like no other seen in books, her hair wasn't a golden color, it was violet, and her eyes weren't blue, they were a brilliant amethyst that matched her eyes perfectly. She was beautiful in her own way, like a dark bird. A raven.
She stopped playing the piano, and the king looked up from his defense plans.
"Look Richard, a mouse."
The king glanced towards it. "That is a bug, not a mouse."
"No, it's a mouse." She protested.
The king shook his head. "It's too small to be a mouse, and it's green. What kind of a mouse is green." The king wasn't sitting as close to the Garverde as Rea was, so of course he couldn't see the tiny creature that well. He went back to his plans.
During this conversation Garverde realized that he had made a very grave error. He trembled, thinking of what the other mice would say if they found out about this atrocity, about what the beautiful princess was going to do to him.
"You must be frightened." She said in the monotone she was so used to speaking in. She turned away from him, and started playing again, glancing towards him too see if he was still frightened. She closed her eyes and started playing a sad, sweet song. A song that swelled his heart up and made him want to hear more. He forgot all of his fear; he only wanted to hear the beautiful song. He crept closer and closer, up the leg of the piano, until he was sitting on top of it, looking down on the keys and listening to the princess.
Rae noticed the mouse, and she gave a ghost of a smile.
"You know, you're kind of cute for a mouse." She said over the soft music.
"Sweet! The hot princess thinks I'm cute!" Gar thought, and at that moment when she gave her oh so small smile, he fell in love. Isn't it ridiculous for a small green, pointy eared, fanged toothed, jokester mouse to fall in love with a beautiful but dark human princess?
This answer, as you should know is yes, of course it is, but dear reader, love is ridiculous.
But love is also wonderful, and powerful, and the little mouse's love for Rea would prove, in time to be wonderful, powerful, and yes even ridiculous.
Rae finished the song, and looked down at the mouse, and even though a hard shell was forever formed around her heart, the tiny fanged smile of that rodent broke a ever so tiny hole through it. And she was touched.
"You're not half bad." She whispered, and touched the tiny mouse on the top of its head. And Gar looked up at her, overwhelmed.
But coincidences happen, and at that moment it was a coincident that Gar's older brother Mento just happened to scurry past the parlor at that very moment.
And what Mento saw was a pale finger, the finger of the princess of the castle, touching the top of his green brothers head.
Mento gasped. He blinked. He rubbed his eyes with his paws. But there was no denying it. Gar had broken the rules. Mento scurried off to tell his father the terrible, unbelievable, unforgivable news of what he had just seen.
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