When I was a little girl, my favorite princess was Cinderella. Now she's my second favorite, though my favorite now is Belle. I loved fairy tales and romances as a kid, went through a weird phase where I hated them and was into angst, and now I'm back while loving all three. Fun.

Day Thirteen: In a Fairytale

Two villagers by the names of Taylor and Saguru were lost in the woods.

"Let us go and follow this path; we are sure to find a village if we do!" Taylor said excitedly.

"No- it would be far easier if we just went back the way we came." Saguru argued.

"We already tried that and it did not work. Let us just keep going and we will be more than likely to run into someone!" She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a loaf of bread. "Look- I took this from that damned villager earlier that called me a witch. Let us leave a trail!"

"A trail that is sure to be eaten by birds." He drawled.

"You got any better ideas, you dunce?" She shot back. He frowned and sighed, motioning for her to go ahead with her plan. She grinned and broke off piece by piece as they walked until she had no more bread left. They looked at her empty hands. "So maybe this was not as good as a plan as I thought."

Saguru looked farther down the path and his face brightened. "Do not worry about it, dear Taylor, for I think I see a house up ahead!"

Taylor's face lightened as well as they ran up above the hill. There they saw a house made of gingerbread with white icing holding it together, peppermints acting as the sidewalk, and lifesavers as windows. It looked wonderful to the two young adults whose stomachs were starting to hurt with hunger.

"I am rather hungry," Saguru said, turning towards her. "But I feel as if this is some form of witchcraft that is causing us to see things that are not really there."

Taylor nodded. "It is rather suspicious." Her eyes darted between him and the house. "Shall we go back?" He nodded, taking her hand and leading her back the way they came.

Taylor lifted her pen from the paper. "That doesn't seem right."

"It doesn't," Saguru agreed. "Let's try again."

There was a princess with beautiful, long blonde hair. She was terribly lonely up in her tower held high, for she had no one there with her. She was taken from her parents from a very young age by an enchantress and was forced to say in the tower, so she therefore had no friends to call her own.

The only one that visited her was the enchantress, who would call for her when she wanted up, saying: "Taylor, let down your hair!" She would use Taylor's hair as a ladder to get up, and at the end of the day would use it to get down as well. But the time spent between was used to listen to the princess play music that was almost as beautiful as her on a piano with delicate ivory keys. "Play this piano for me, my dear, and let me enjoy the pleasant sound it makes."

One day a young prince heard the music and decided that he wanted to find the source of the striking music. He spent days in secret watching the enchantress come and go and noted the days she didn't come at all. On that day, when he was positive that the enchantress wouldn't come, he darted to the bottom of the tower. "Taylor," he called. "Let down your hair!"

Taylor looked out the window in confusion. "I don't know you," she yelled back. "So how do you know the method to get up here?"

"I watched and figured it out myself," he explained. "I wanted to find the beauty that played the enchanting songs."

"Well, you found her." Taylor responded, narrowing her eyes. He seemed to be quite... cocky. "And she is quite content with her hair up here."

The prince was taken aback. "Do you know who I am?" He demanded.

"I couldn't really care less," Taylor admitted. "Stranger danger, you know."

"Well, let's not be strangers!" He recommended. "I know your name, but my name is Prince Saguru!"

"Well, my prince, if you managed to figure this method to get up I'm sure you can find another." She grabbed the shutters to the window. "Until then, I'll be sleeping." She pulled them shut, leaving a gaping prince standing at the bottom. Then he turned angry, turning on his heel and stomping back to the castle. He had things he needed to do, and dealing with a woman who showed no respect was not one of them.

Saguru laughed. "That doesn't seem right either."

"I don't think fairy tales work with modern day people." Taylor leaned back and tapped her pencil on the desk. "Or rather, I think it's us that's the problem."

He leaned on his knuckles. "Well, let's try one more- just a scene this time, I have work I need to finish."

She groaned. "Work, work, work." She sat up, her pencil dancing on the page as she grumbled: "Fine, you want a scene? I'll write a scene."

Saguru sat at the window, staring off into the distance at an old lady that was walking towards the cottage. "How odd," he mused to himself. "Why would an old woman journey out so far into the woods?" He himself had gotten lost multiple times when trying to find his way back to the village- not that he wanted to, since the king was out for his head after finding out he was better fit to rule than he was.

"Excuse me!" The woman called out when she was closer to the window. "Are you familiar with this forest?"

"I can't say that I am," Saguru called back, inwardly frowning when she walked up to him anyway. On the outside, however, he was smiling a pleasant, polite smile like he was taught to as a kid.

The old woman sighed. "That's too bad. Can you at least tell me what direction the town is? I'm afraid that this forest is a maze within a maze."

"I believe it may be in that direction over there." Saguru pointed back at the way the woman came. "There's a mine in that direction as well, so there should be miners that can tell you more."

"I see," The woman mused as she followed his point, wincing as she shifted on her feet.

Saguru really frowned this time. "Have you been walking long?" He asked.

"Yes, and walking for long isn't very good for a frail, old woman like myself." She looked at him again. "Would you mind if I come inside and rest? In return I can give you this," she dug through the basket she was carrying and pulled out a shiny, red, plump apple.

He eyed the apple before smiling a grin that was far too radiant to be natural. "I would love that. However, I must decline. I have a king that's after my head and it doesn't surprise me that he sent a witch to kill me for him." The woman went to object and he interrupted her. "And I know that you're a witch because an old woman wouldn't journey this far into the woods, lost or not. This cottage is miles out of the way of the town and is cleverly hidden by the thick amount of trees." He motioned to the fruit. "The apple is poisoned, isn't it? You're trying to kill me by poisoning me with an alias of innocence."

"I don't-"

"I'm afraid that I don't have time to argue with you, since I know I'm right. Have a good day." Saguru grabbed the windows and closed them, pulling the blinds shut a few seconds later and leaving an astonished woman outside that was swearing vengeance on him.

Taylor burst out laughing as Saguru gave her an exasperated look. "You're insane."

"Aw, come on! We both know that if that happened to you that would be exactly what you would say!" She giggled and wiped at her eyes. "We don't fit in anywhere, we're too smart to fall for anything that the heroines did."

"We can't make a fairy tale because it's meant to have unquestionable magic in it." He agreed. "Unlike the stories, we believe in too much logic for it to work."

She stood up and brushed her hands off on her jeans, still giggling. "Very true. Well, this was fun, thanks for trying to help me with my homework, but I'm gonna go downstairs and watch Castle or something. Have fun getting back to your work."

"I wouldn't have to get back to my work if you didn't interrupt me in the first place." He drawled, stretching. She only laughed again before leaving the room. He spun in his chair and faced his computer, hands ready to type before pausing. "That's odd," he mused. "I could have sworn I still had eight pages of work left." All of the work he had left to do was done perfectly, giving him the rest of the day off. And he had no idea how it happened.

There was a giggle. Saguru instantly turned and leaped to his feet, looking around for the noise. The room was empty. He sighed. He must have imagined the laugh and forgotten that he finished the work while he was writing with Taylor.

"Saguru! I found a movie I think you'll like, so ignore your work and come watch it with me!"

"Coming!" He called back, turning off the lights as he left the room with a soft 'click'.

Fun fact: my mom wouldn't let me say the word 'cocky' when I was in middle school because it had the word 'cock' in it. She didn't know that I was cursing on paper though, like I do now (I don't curse in real life, but if you notice, I put swears in my stories ;) )

Another fun fact: This was nearly 2,000 words. Enjoy the longest prompt so far! There may or may not be longer ones (and shorter ones) on the way for the upcoming prompts!~

Another long chapter for my dear readers! The last fairy tale was my favorite rewritten story; I loved writing Saguru as Snow White! But I could totally write a full story with Taylor as Rapunzel and Saguru as a prince if I wanted to. I want to, but I probably won't. Or I will and just won't post it. Either way, you guys aren't getting your main story. Whoopsie.