This story has already turned sour...-Mimi

The golden pathway had did a number on Melanie's feet (that and her poor shoulder which someone thought it'd be nice to sit their fatass ontop of.)

She sat on the giant root of an enormous outside what looked to be a small village. Silently, she let her small, nimble fingers massage her feet as her FGS chattered endlessly over nothing and everything. Melanie tuned her out and began to dream of what her supossed "prince" was to be like.

Perhaps he was blond? For some odd reason, she preferred blonds with thick foriegn accents.

"...Please, for the love that is derp, stop makin that face." FGS commented dryly.

Melanie glared.

"Shut up. I've been meaning to ask you, how are we gonna find my prince?"

"Well," the fairy flew infront of her, twirling her small wand, "I was thinkin to wing it. But, first we hav' to find Cupid."

"Cupid?" The young adult echoed. KyAnna nodded.

As she began to explain, a feeling of something staring at her from afar made her shiver. Her eyes momentarily left the talkative girl to search in the forest behind her. Melanie's grey eyes stared intently, trying to see something in the dense tree line. There! It was quick, but there behind one of the trunks she had spotted a patch of gold!

"...and its kinda like whe you-"

"I think something's stalking us." Melanie interrupted worriedly. Her fairy glared, gazing out to where Melanie was staring off at.

"I don' see nuthin'."

"But I swore-"

"AHA! I'VE GOT YOU NOW YOU BLOODY TWAT!"

The sudden shout made Melanie release a pure shriek of terror as she watched a hooded figure chuckled evilly at something in his hands.

"Who the hell are you!"

The figure, a handsome blond with green eyes, turned to her and bowed politely.

"Sorry love, I had no intentions of scaring you like that. My name's Arthur. Pleasure to meet you" he said, taking Melanie chocolate hand and kissed the back lightly.

She didn't know whether to be apalled or appeased.

"M-melanie." She coughed, "My name is Melanie."

"Ah, such a beautiful name, for a beautiful lass." He smiled charmingly, to which she found it anything but.

Great, he's British, she thought wryly. "Well nice meeting you, um, bye!"

And with that she was off, leaving the weird Brit with giant eyebrows and her FairyGodSis in a glass jar.

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"WAIT A- HEY COME BACK HERE YOU LIMEY!"