This chapter is dedicated to SouthunLady, who reminded me how much I liked writing this fic, it's so easy. I don't have to do all the formatting and punctuation that goes along with speaking. (Thank God) It's basically just brain waves streaming onto paper.

Did you ever want to be a princess Bones. I mean every little girl has thought about it at least once, but I have trouble seeing you wanting that. I can't imagine you, five years old dresses up in mommy's dresses, waiting for the prince to come rescue you from the tower. Nope not you, not my Bones, you'd be wearing the dress of course, but you'd be running around fighting you own dragons. Which I can understand, it's no fun to sit around and wait for someone else to get all the glory.

So you would of course fight your own dragons, and slay your own giants, and being so self-sufficient you wouldn't need your prince charming, but he would follow you around anyway because he's entranced. Your gorges and you don't need his help, but maybe you want it. So the prince would be your right hand man, the peanut butter to your jelly, your main compo dray. He would stand by your side and have your back always.

They would rule there kingdom together, the best of both, instinctual and empirical. They would be the best of friends and they would keep their kingdom safe from foreign invaders and monsters and such.

Then something bad happens and the prince gets scared and wanting to protect his friend the princess he draws a line down the kingdom, and tells her not to cross.

Over the years the line wares away but everyone still knows it's there so they don't cross. Half the villagers will retreat into their walls of security, protecting them for the dangers of the world, and on the prince's side, everyone's happy. Yes all the villagers are happy but they're lonely, having no one who wants to share their happiness with them. And they dance and dance until they wear a hole into the dirt, digging themselves deeper and deeper into their pit of perpetual loneliness.

One day the prince realizes how much he misses the princess. So they push him back up the walls of the pit he has dug, the one that traps people into being stuck there, with him, forever.

Of course once he crosses over to your side of the line, there's a fricken wall to climb, but that would be to easy wouldn't it. No he can't just storm over the wall and concur the kingdom, because they'll cut all his climbing ropes and he'll fall to his pitiful death. He could of course, ram the doors but then there's the chance of getting shot once he breaches them.

So he's standing there with this giant wall in front of him, the thing could probably be spotted from the moon. For all he knows her side of the kingdom could be riddled with the plague, and violence, but all the risks excluded he still want to be with the princess so he has to tear it down.

So the prince has to fricken chip away at it to release the peasants inside. But once they are freed they get scared, so they say mean things to him and retreat back into their castle walls. Saying they never wanted to be freed in the first place.

Then again if you were to cross to the prince's side you would slide down the edge of the trench, right into the magical unicorn world of butterflies and happiness. Were all the goats fart rainbows and we all live happily ever after, and if you aren't cool with that, because you were just on your way out to get milk when you slipped into this hell hole. You can't get out of course because the walls are too high, and the dancing elves will constantly ask you what's wrong, and they will try to make you happy, but they can't make it better because all you wanted was milk.

Then of course you will grow to resent the elves, and the unicorns, and the goats that fart rainbows, when all there trying to do is make you happy, but you don't care because you don't want to be here.

Even though you hurt them, they still want to make you happy. So they will push you back up the trench walls and you will go along your marry way. The prince will still miss his friend, the elves will all sit in their huts wondering why they couldn't make you happy, and the unicorns will wonder why you don't love them. The goats of course so encumbered by grief will refuse to eat, and they will fight rainbows no more.

THE END