The dark prince's world collided with the briar rose princess's in a spiraling instant the moment they introduced themselves. They looked fixedly at each other for quite some time, sparing the beauty of the moment that would eventually transform into a rich and monumental memory for generations to be told. That same magic from the masked ball boomeranged back, this time in a strong passion around the couple.
As in a gay game of ring around the rosy, an obsidian butterfly circled fondly in front of a rosy butterfly. They floated gracefully on their resting place; the black one at the side of Amy's head like a rare barrette, the pink one finally standing serenely at the tip of Shadow's nose. Amy laughed at this, seeing that the prince had a pretty insect on his nose. Shadow crossed his eyes to the middle and a slight twinge of annoyance and dislike appeared on his facial expression.
I hate these things, they shouldn't even be allowed to live, he harshly thought in his dangerous pessimism. A hand was raised to get rid of the so-called pest until-
"No! Don't get rid of it!" a frantic, squeaky voice called out.
He ceased to look into his new girlfriend eyes and saw at first a terrified glare, and then gradually grew into a careful scrutiny.
"I like it on your nose. It looks cute and it makes you seem harmless to nature itself," She continued.
Shadow, surprised at what she said to him, thought about it for a moment. He never, ever had been complimented on his own well-being before. Besides boasted about on ridiculous deeds he actually did, his parents would fall dead before saying such things about him, especially on…cute things. Finally, someone can see him on a caring side rather than on the regular ruthless side the boring and brainwashed kingdom gets a full blown dose of every single day…
His hand that solely connected to the command of the arm lowered to his waist level, a calm face emerging with soft but serious containment. Amy smiled in relief and stronger love for him. Shadow returned the favor with a little smile and left the pink butterfly alone. Suddenly, the insect duo descended into the heavens and continued exploring each other in a curious mood.
After watching them leave for a while, Amy turned to see Shadow. His arm extended out to her direction - pleading, lonely for accompaniment for her own. She gladly entwined hers into his, and the pink hedgehog was escorted to the spot where he was practicing his skill of archery. Indeed, a warm rush of a breeze surrounded the barren forest, making it seem beautiful in a presence of a heavenly being in his eyes.
Amy took her seat on a nearby log, while Shadow prepared himself to carry on his duties.
"You like to shoot arrows every time Shadow?" she asked.
He glanced up to her optical level, pausing to answer her question.
"I like to discipline myself at most. This helps me maintain my concentration and awareness whenever I'm in hazardous situations. Why do you ask anyway?" Shadow responded informatively. Trust this author; he was curious as to how she would ask.
Amy simply giggled and answered with a flattering and good comment: "Because the way you shoot it, as though you aim at a particular object to desire to catch with all your will power, even though it seems that the arrow have powers of its own by your commanding attitude…it reminds me of Aphrodite's only son, Eros, or as we all recognize him more by, Cupid."
His mind had gone blank. His heart thumps a bit more, every beat skipping with excitement; his face had gone so intensely warm…
"Well" he replied in a velvet tone, smiling very seductively "maybe that willpower directed the wishes of my lonely heart to a lovely girl, which is standing right before my eyes." He smiled to himself, knowing he got her going red at this time.
Minutes, hours go by and Shadow was finished with his tasks, taking his seat on the grass besides the log Amy sat on.
Dreamily, she stared at the lying bow and arrows, wondering if she could master the lethal art of precision. Rising up slowly, Amy proceeded to the location of the abandoned objects, held them up to her level and steadied herself. You can imagine the exhilarating feeling of being in control of an inanimate object that would only attack at your request. It felt so good to Amy.
With a couple shots in the air, most of them random and misdirected, she struggled to perfect the right way of archery, not realizing that she is endangering every living thing in the vicinity.
One of the almost unfortunate victims was a napping Shadow, suddenly woken to an arrow stuck directly above his head. He looked around to find the source of the stray arrow, until he sees poor Amy trying to accomplish the instincts he proudly owned. Something tells him to hurry up and stop her before he gets killed by a rain of blades or, worse on his own behalf, gets herself killed.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute! Amy, stop it! You almost killed me, you know!" he exclaimed.
The possessed little thing, as though in command, stopped her barricade of danger and turned to her beau. A look of annoyance was the welcome emotion of the day.
"I just can't do it right! This is so frustrating that I want to break this thing in half and throw it to the fire!" Amy was panting from her venting, relieved that she could let it out. Shadow just looked at her, but stunned. Well, well, beauty, intelligence, and attitude. How cute.
He chuckled heartily, and walked over to the upset monarch. Reassurance started to creep up on Amy from him as he came closer.
"It's okay. I just didn't want to see you get hurt, that's all."
Amy still looked confused.
"Look, if you want me to show you how to do it correctly, I'll make sure you would think it's so easy, you would never shoot the wrong way."
In a surprising move, Shadow came up behind close to Amy; her body turned submissive, letting him have automatic control of her arm clutching an arrow.
"Now, choose your target of choice." Shadow said.
Amy diverted her sights to a tree she so desperately wanted to hit perfectly.
"Okay, now set your mind into complete focus. Everything but the target is irrelevant, leaving every living thing as a blur."
Relaxed, Amy focused on not just the target, but the irresistibly fleeting thought of this prince so close to her. His body smoothly stroked a bit on hers, his face oh so near her cheek, moving with every position he directed. She never felt so safe in her whole life.
"Are you relaxed, Amy?"
"Yeah, I am," Amy solemnly replied.
'Good, because I certainly am. You feel so soft…'
"Good, now raise your arm a bit…" He raised Amy's arm, bringing them a bit closer.
"Ready…" Amy and Shadow's faces got a little too close, his lips near her ear.
"Aim…" It looked as though they were clinging close as though in dear life.
"And fire!" Shadow commanded.
Amy let it go and it went into a good distance than her useless efforts. The arrow bull's eyed into the target, accurately piercing the tree's once scar-free chastity.
"Thank you, Shadow." Amy said gratefully, with a poisonously sweet tone.
Shadow nodded to her response, and then he went to a nearby spot to sharpen his arrows.
It wasn't after a very long while he left her that he heard a horrified, high pitched scream…
In a rapid sweep of moments, a terrible beast, a hybrid of an eagle and a panther, leapt from the bushes out of the blue, at first glaring menacingly at the scared Amy, then lets out a deafening roar, threatening to annihilate the monarch if she moved.
Frozen on the spot, Amy didn't know if she has to run for her life, or let this thing have her for lunch. She backed away, the creature coming closer at the same time. This has never happened to her before; now she regretted ever leaving the palace in the first place. She waited for her demise when the beast jumped in the air towards her…
In a rush of events, she was no longer in front of the monster, but was facing Shadow instead.
"Are you okay?" Shadow asked with concern. Amy nodded a dazed yes. "Shadow, what is that thing?"
"I don't know, but it seems to want you. Badly. I have to get you to safety because it's temporarily-"
Then, the monster sprang right behind him, bellowing. Shadow growled and glared at it.
"…Tranquilized."
The princess saw that Shadow got in front of her, readying a fighting stance in front of it. The monstrosity lashed out at them threateningly, knocking both of them over. Suddenly, Amy found herself being carried bridal style by Shadow, who started to run a little fast.
"Shadow, where are we going?" Amy worriedly inquired, looking back at the infuriated beast speeding towards them.
"I'm not sure, Amy" Shadow responded, "but I'm going to tell you this: you're going have to hold tight for this, because I might go a little fast for you now…"
Amy prepared for the upcoming speed he was going to exceed, but she never knew that she's in for the ride of her life!