FANTASY

Part 1

In a faraway land, where trees are evergreen, flowers always in full bloom lies a faraway castle, hidden by towering coniferous trees. A castle once with great pride and joy, now stood with walls of sorrow and despite.

The king's daughter had a sickening incurable disease one that would only get worse in time; time something so valuable but eternally imprisoning.

Despite the burden the now young woman beheld, she made the most of it, not letting her sickness take her away as easily. She wasn't afraid of dying which made her fearless of almost everything but everybody is afraid of something. She liked to live her life in wonder, a cluster of dulcet thoughts.

On this hazy day, a lachrymose sentiment descended into the atmosphere. She kept her spirits in a bundle of joy for she was to visit her mother's tomb. Who had mysteriously fell ill one night, while singing a lullaby to her little princess.
She lay buried under a golden weeping willow. The thoughts of that night always swirled in the back of the mind of the poor little child who watched her mom fade away.

The faraway willow lay beyond the coniferous forest that surrounded the castle grounds. Her father, King Kayne, a king whose wise mind had turned dull and his heart full of joy, slowly turned into a stone cold labyrinth only his daughter's melodious voice soothed his aching heart. But now, in a crescent moon night she snuck out of the castle, covered in an imperial blue cloak, holding a kerosene lamp to light her way through the woods where the castle lay hidden.

On her back she carried a sack which contained lilies, her mother's favorite flowers as well as hers. A flower which was in bold bloom, its orange and burgundy hues resembling a stunning fiery sunset, the one true treasure she still shared with her once benevolent mother.

As the king lay in bed he felt restless maybe it was the thought that come once daylight hit the castle it would be the fifteenth year since the queen had passed away. He couldn't quite focus on anything so he decided to look out the window from his chambers. He saw a valley green flare moving through the woods, he thought it might be the mythical fairies his wife had so fondly believed in; not knowing it was his daughter carrying a sulfate flame kerosene lamp.

She made her way through the contorted path intertwined by old gnarled tree roots and small shrubs. The glare of the lamp glowed on one of her silk strands of hair as it fell off her head, her shadow covering the strand as she pushed the lamp forward, venturing further away from the castle.
grounds. She reached the border of the castle ground, the gate heavily guarded. She paced herself for a second and thought how she was going to get passed the guards. And in a split second of distraction, a noise was heard towering from the castle and as the guards ran to the sound, she
quickly made her way through the gate.
She would enjoy endless nights looking at the stars feeling the night breeze drift her away but she hardly got to get out of the tower nowadays but she didn't complain, she was grateful that she was still alive. She wasn't allowed to go farther than the garden outside her tower. That's why now past midnight she decided to abscond the castle premises hoping to find shelter in a nearby village chateau.

She arrived at the village during the dark hours of night, where most children and old folk are in the fondest part of their dreams. She knocked on a couple of doors and no response and as she saw wasn't welcomed in any home, she kept walking. And continued her journey to the flowering meadow hill where her mother lay.

As her unrested eyes opened and close falling into a sleepy haze, she saw what seemed like an old cabin in the far off distance close in way to the woods. She arrived slightly enervated and knocked on the wooden door. There was no sound and as she turned her head to find rest elsewhere, the door opened. Standing at the door was an old hag. With sweetened eyes she let the fragile princess inside.