Here's a nice long chapter with more descriptions and otherwise. I own nothing, absolutely nothing. Damn it!
Five ships landed in the darkened courtyard, each bearing one girl, shall we say princess? All disembarked and surveyed their surroundings, noticing each other. Tifa was fairly tall wearing a deep purple gown the hugged her body and covered to pink slippers. Her hair was up in a pile that cascaded down to her ears. Yuffie wore a yellow tank top that stopped before her kaki slacks which went to her brown boots, her red hair in a high pony tail. Aerith had on a white robe that covered her silver dress and reached her sandals. Marlene had on a simple blue shirt/skirt outfit that stopped just before her white shoes, her hair too short to do anything but curl. Molly wore a pair of neutral brown overalls with the tops off, a black tank top with a red X in it's place, a pair of sneakers on her feet and spikes in her right ear where the others wore nothing or diamonds, bared by her short, spiky hair.
They walked into a huddle, Molly standing just a little away, not being used to around too many people at once. Suddenly, and silently, and man appeared in a doorway off to the right, startling the girls. He was tall, muscular and very serious looking. He wore a dark blue suite and black tie, had jet black hair and his eyes matched with a piercing gaze.
"Please come with me ladies."
He spoke very formally. He turned crisply on his heel and led them through the door, down a corridor and into a room down the hall. He opened the door gallantly and bowed the ladies into the room. In the room sat the King and Queen, with their closest advisors.
Immediately realizing they stood in the presence of royalty, Tifa curtsied as deeply as she could; the others immediately followed suit, but Yuffie and Molly bowed. The King never took his eyes off Tifa, who was by far the best dress and riches, not to mention the tallest.
"Welcome to Nourasia, young princesses from far away. I am King Kadaj, and this is my wife Queen Jenova. You will later be introduced to our son Prince Aikka. You have each been chosen as possible suitors for the prince. I realize this is very sudden but you all will have months to get to know my son. I, and my kingdom, thank each of you for your indulgence in this matter. Now, you must be tired from your long journey here. You will each be shown to a room. Rest well." It was a clear dismissal. Every one curtsied except Molly who was staring at the King. They all filed out and were shown to a room.
Molly's room had a window facing the sea, with pale green walls, well furnished with a queen sized bed, wooden dresser and vanity table, and red drapes before the balcony. But Molly didn't even notice her surroundings. She was far too busy trying to remember under what circumstances she was brought to this dark world.
The night before:
Molly was in her room, drawing a picture of a star racer when she heard a noise outside her window, which was on the second story. She got up off her bed, pulled back the curtains, and opened the window to stick her head out. No sooner than it was out the window than a dark shape caught her attention above her. She looked up and tried to scream when she suddenly blacked out.
She woke some hours later in a cell of some sort. She felt the floor shift and knew she was in a transport of some kind.
"Way to go Molly." She muttered to herself. "Your big mouth must have gotten you in trouble, again. Bravo."
The transport suddenly picked up speed, sending the unsuspecting girl against the wall, earning a grunt of surprise.
"Hey! Whoever's driving this thing needs to back for lessons!" She shouted at what she assumed was the front of the thing.
Her answer was silence. She fumed in her head, ranting about the poor driving. She looked around and noticed a porthole window off to the left. She walked over to it to look out. She gasped. She was in space, watching the stars zoom by, seeing planets fly by into the darkness broken only by the stars. Where ever she was being kidnapped to, it wasn't gonna be some where she knew, that's for sure.
Back in the present:
She had no doubt that's how the others were taken as well. Molly walked out on to the balcony, smelling the salty air. It reminded her of the time she went to the beach for a school field trip. But this time, it wasn't her choice.
"A suitor for a prince? Nothing more than a fantasy. I bet anything I'll wake up tomorrow on Earth, with no one, like always." She told herself as she got undress and into the nightgown provided for her. Her clothes had apparently been packed and brought with her. "As much as I wish this were real, it can't be. I'm not a princess." She said this as she snuggled into the warmth of the covers.
Next morning:
Molly awoke to find herself still on Nourasia, the sun high in the sky. She groaned as she pulled herself out of bed, dressed and left her room. Utterly lost she wandered down the stone corridors. She smelled eggs and her stomach rumbled. Following her nose she found her way to a room where three of the other four girls sat waiting to be served. She nodded in greeting to their hellos and sat down.
Looking down the table she realized it was the red head girl that was missing. Shrugging it off, feeling it wasn't her problem, she thanked the woman who gave her a plate of eggs and bacon. She ate quickly and left the others before she was questioned by them.
Continuing her wanderings, she found a way outside to the sea. She ran and jumped up on the sea wall, letting the breeze flow through her hair. She inhaled deeply as if intoxicated. It was so close to home she couldn't help it.
A sound behind her startled her out of her thoughts. She turned quickly, almost losing her balance, but a pair of strong hands grabbed her own and pulled her back. She looked up at her savior and immediately blushed.
Before her stood the cutest boy she'd ever seen. Blue eyes, dark tan skin, auburn hair and his white outfit fit him perfectly. A little taller than her, her looked at her with a small amount of concern.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Uh, y-yeah. Thank you." She finally stammered out. "My name's Molly."
He smiled gently at her. "I'm Prince Aikka. A pleasure to meet you Molly." He bowed to her. If possible, she blushed even harder. This was the prince she was supposed to meet? He was so cute.
'Oh boy.' She though.
Long chappie. So review please.