Mystic

You Again?

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"Who are you?" I ask, fear slipping into my voice as I speak.

"My name is Bryan." The man voices, after a while.

"Why are you here?" I say, while staring at him, making sure he doesn't do something crazy.

"I came to see you." He says.

I think this over for a bit. Why the hell would this stranger come to visit me? After thinking in my head, I look at him and observe his features. He looks familiar. He reminds me of the guy in my dream.

Thinking again, I open my mouth to scream bloody murder. But would he kill me if I did so? He doesn't seem like the murdering type.

"Bloody Mur-" Is all I can scream, before he swiftly covers my mouth with his warm, soft hand, muffling my screams.

"Don't. Scream. If you do, I will punish you." He says while giving me a deathly glare. "That came out wrong." He states, while blushing. For some im particular reason, I find his blush attractive.

"What ever helps you sleep at night." I say while he uncovers my mouth.

He chuckles at this, and I giggle for some unknown reason once again.
Remembering what just happened, my eyes widen. Does he have a gun, of some kind of weapon in his pockets?

"Do you have weapons with you? Are you hear to kill me? Why are you so attractive? Why are you here? Why-" He covers my mouth again to stop my rant.

"I am not here to kill you. I do have a pocket knife. I was born attractive," He pauses why winking at me, and this time I blush, "And I am here because I wanted to see you." He finishes.

"Why do you," I gesture to him, "want to see me?" I say, while gesturing to me.

"Because people in my kingdom continued to rant about how the Princess of the water kingdom came. When you went to your uncle's party, majority of my people were there, and they went on about you. So I just wanted to meet you in person." He finishes.

"But you didn't have to sneak into my room," I say while drifting off the sentence.

"I'm so sorry for doing that." He says, while sounding apologetic. The way his voice levels down, makes instantly forgive him.

"I guess I can forgive you for that." I say.

He stares at me, and I stare at him back, falling more and more into his void-like eyes. Then he looks away.

"So when you told me why you invaded my room, you said your kingdom. What are you, king or something?" I ask, letting my curiosity creep in.

"Well, it isn't really my kingdom." He says. "I am just the prince." He says, while looking at the floor.

I simply nod at his modesty. For once, someone doesn't let the royalty thing go to their head. I chuckle at my thoughts. He looks up.

"Why are you chuckling?" He questions me.
"I am chuckling, because, even though I don't know you, I feel like I can relate to you. You agree with me on things, and you don't let the royal life get to you head. I feel like I can talk to you all day. You make me feel, special." I say.

I blush after realizing what I just said. He blushes to, and smiles at me.

"I feel the same way about you too." He says to me.

"Well, I really have to go right now. If I don't leave now, I might end up in the bed with you." He says while winking at me. I laugh at him.

"Watch it, Lord Voldemort." I say to him. He laughs at me, and winks again.

"Hey, before you go, I have a question." I say.
"Sure." He says.
"What kingdom are you from." He says.

A deep frown forms at the mention of his kingdom. What did I say? Did I offend him in some kind of way?

"I am from the Magic Kingdom. But don't tell anybody that I came. They will ring my neck if they find out that I sneaked in your room, plus the fact that I am from the Magic Kingdom." He mutters.

Like my last meal, he vanishes from my sight, and I sigh. I have a lot to learn about the history of these realms.

I slowly crawl on my bed, and rest my head on my pillow. After an eternity, I drift into sleep, without all but one worry. What will happen between us if we get closer?
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Stretching and yawning, I wake up with a smile on my face. I tiptoe out of bed, excited for that day ahead of me. Feeling lazy, I walk out of my room, not getting decent for breakfast.

I walk down the empty hall, ignoring the looks that servants give me. Humming to myself, I inter the breakfast area, smelling the sweet aroma of toast. My mouth begins to water, reacting to the powerful smell. I walk down the room, towards a table aside from the main table. The table is filled with a bunch of blonde girls chattering away, twirling their hair, and stuffing their mouths. I look around the table, looking for any of my friends, but spotting none of them. Then my eye catches a skinny girl, dark blonde headed, all alone, and barely noticed. Seeing that she isn't making any move to sit by the other people. I walk over to her spot, and sit beside her.

"Why are you all alone?" I ask her, watching her slowly indulge her soup.

"Because I want to be, your highness." She says quietly.

"What's the real reason?" I ask her, noticing that she is lying to me.

"Because they don't want me to sit by them. So I don't." She says.

I get angry at this, starting to rise from my seat. But she places her delicate hand on my shoulder.

I start to think of a plan in my head, of how she can show those self-centered people who's boss.

"I have an idea! You need a makeover." I exclaim to her.

"Oh hell no." She says suddenly, her hair whipping I her face. "I will not change my looks for those evil people." She says, anger sneaking into her voice.
"I don't want you to change your looks. I want you to change your view of yourself. If they act rude to you in any form, I want you to stand up for yourself." I say to her. She thinks, and considers this for a while.

"What's the plan?" She asks.

And I have the perfect one.

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AN: Hello. This chapter took a while, because I could not think of any ideas for this chapter. Mind the errors. Leave comments and ideas on my board.

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