A Brother's Tale

The Strange Mist

In the distant land of Fedora, there lived a beautiful and young princess that loved the outdoor scenery and the creative arts of the land. One day she was outside admiring the setting sun on the horizon. It was one of her favorite things to do on evenings such as today. Out of the woods not far from where she was came an eerie, yet pleading moan. The princess, who was curious by nature, went closer to investigate the sound. Little did she know that this decision would lead to more than she bargained for. As she approached the edge of the woods a thick fog crept along the ground.
The princess thought she saw a figure in the distance enveloped in the dense mist within the forest. This frightened her slightly, but still she stood her ground and asked if the figure needed help. Before the princess could even process what was taking place she was swirling around in a blanket of fog, falling from a location she was unaware of since she was just standing on solid ground no where near a drop off. All of a sudden the swirling stopped and the princess was standing still just as she was moments ago, only now instead of being on the outskirts of the forest she was now in a dusk and musky stone room.
Suddenly a voice echoed through the room saying "Welcome to my humble abode, dear princess. I hope that you enjoy the quarters that I've prepared for you." "Who are you?" the princess asked while looking around the room, confused as to where the voice was coming from. "Who I am is of little importance to you, princess. All that you need to know is that, unless your father succumbs to my will, you'll be stuck here for the rest of your days." "And what pray tell is it that you wish of my father?" The voice let out a simple chuckle and said "The throne on which grants him the right to rule the kingdom of course." And with that the voice was gone. And the princess was left alone on the silence of the now lightened and almost empty room. Nothing but a desk with a quill and paper rested upon it.
The princess, longing to see the setting sun once again. With the quill in hand the princess decided that she was going to replicate the sight of her backyard garden in the tranquilness of the setting sun. However the princess was was in discontent with how the drawing was progressing, so she tore it up and started again.