FANTASY

Part 2

Only time would tell if they would ever cross paths again. For she was the princess he was looking for. And Clara unknowingly had fell in love with a stranger whom she didn't know was a prince in search for a bride.

One lunar cycle later, Clara lay in bed sick her disease had retaliated and she was on the verge of death. She would spend endless nights crying herself to sleep because of her thoughts, crushed dreams and simply, the agony of it all. She hoped for only a moment of relief. She would look up to the heavens desiring for the day, without arduous pain. It was like a part of her was dying, she felt hollow.

Soon, her hair started to fall out, she a very small appetite. Her Father couldn't dwell at the thought of losing his precious daughter. He brought the most specialized medics in the realm, but the thorns at her sides only stung her fragile aching body.

A cluster of tears filled the drenched eyes of the despaired king as he knew it was soon to be inevitable but he tried to put a tough front for fear of his daughter losing all faith, even though he had. Even through the pain, she knew she was still alive, and let alone that was a blessing. She dreamed of seeing the prince again, She didn't want to leave the world not knowing his name.

Deep in her heart she knew the possibilities were remote less, like a needle in a haystack, he'd probably found a bride by now, she thought, healthy and strong. But she hoped a little more... after all they had shared the promise of a kiss.

The next morning, she felt as if she was in her last moments. She made her way to her balcony, entwined with Ivy and flowers, which looked out the castle. She vacantly stared outside as she saw a carriage come in. But she paid no major attention to it. She started to sing a melody of farewell, of outcry, a melody in hope of a miracle to bestow on her flailing state.

As she sang into the air, her melody caught attention of the ear of the young prince whom was coming out of the carriage. He couldn't equate his luck; he had found her once again. Standing in the high North Tower of the Castle there she was, her head covered by a silk fabric and wearing her cobalt blue dress.

"It's her." He said, marveled.
By coincidence, Clara looked down and saw his familiar face and gasped.

"It's him." She said, her heart beating faster than before.

With tremendous effort she slowly started to make her way toward the castle entrance. The prince uncaring marched into the castle and went down a few hallways but had no real lead to where she could be. The duke called for the prince and told the King to excuse his bad savage conduct. Clara made her way down the stairs, holding on to the walls that had wrapped ivy's and small blooming flowers.

Impatient the prince turned back into the throne room, where the duke and the king where conversing. Then, he heard a whisper, "My prince." At first he didn't know where the voice was coming from. Then from the shadows came out Clara.

"My princess." He said, quickly at aid to her side.

"I have long waited for this day." She said.

"My days had not been as bright without you." He said, but he could now see, she was in a fragile state as a worrisome look creeped on his face.
With the Kings' authorization he took Clara's weak body to her chambers so she could rest, but he didn't leave her side. When she awoke, hours later she felt a spark of improvement in her stability. So they decided to take a stroll through the coniferous forest, passed the waterfall that stood hidden away in the woods like the Castle.

Then, they got in a canoe and let the current drift them away. After spending a marvelous afternoon together full of laughter, love and some dancing, the sunset was approaching as they sat down in the lilies garden, where the cherished flowers bloomed and filled the air with their fragrance. "Clara." The prince said.

"Yes, Angel?" Clara said, for now they knew each other's names.

"May I remove the silk cloth from your head?" He asked.

"It would be wise of you not too." She said, with sorrow, tears building in her eyes.

"What is under this cloth is an error of divine grace, a flaw in society, a burden to be buried with me."

"We all have flaws." Angel said.

"There's something perfect in everyone." He started to
remove the silk cloth. "That makes us a masterpiece." He said, as the silk cloth fell to the grass and he grabbed her cheeked and kissed her.

"Don't make fun of my bald head." She said, with ashamed eyes.

"I'd never. Truly, you look prepossessing; it lets your eyes shine even more."

"My head is quite lighter." She teased, a tear falling out her eye.

Clara was a broken soul, with a smiling face, but she was loved.

Suddenly, just for a moment everything felt perfect as they stared into the glaring fierce sunset. Then, as the night started to shelter the earth, the disinviting forces of malady struck her body. Each sharp pain was more agonizing then the one before. She started to spasm out; drawing what seemed to be her last breaths of life.

"I – Love – you." Clara said, as she started to loose conscious.

"I will always love you." Angel said, right before her eyes slammed shut, right before the world twirled in a million dancing lights, right before the silence overt took her body. Then the air became cruel to breathe, her senses losing all their meaning, leaving her body only behind for the rest to mourn as she her eyes saw nothing but darkness.

"No, no." Angel broke out the words, tears falling down his face. Now he was broken, he had lost his soul mate. The tears streamed down his face, breaking the silence with his outcry of misery, an ache from the deepest part of his heart. But there was nothing he could do now, she was gone, and he would have to keep living.

Wearingly, he carried her deflailing body to her chamber in the tower. As the king saw his daughter he couldn't even touch her hand, as it shook of shock and despair. Tears rolling down his eyes into his beard, he was crushed inside, and he'd lost meaning to life and what he cared for.

Angel still deflared in the thought that he had lost her. For they didn't not know that she was still alive, she was in a deep coma, a trance of some sort. She was taken to her chambers in the high north tower which was wrapped in autumn glowing red ivy which had always been green until Clara fell into trance. She was laid on her bed, while she was in a dream state, everyone around her suffered.