She was ripped away from him
Drowned in the cold hands of death
But he would do anything
To have her back
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Once upon a time a winged girl fell in love with a winged prince. She was kind and beautiful but also young and naive. She gave her hear...
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"The most beautiful things in the world Cannot he seen or even touched They must be felt with the heart" -Helen Keller
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My time at the palace had fallen into a routine. Wake up, eat, follow the Prince, eat, do chores... I hadn't seen any members of the royal family ever since my accident a few weeks ago. Which was for the best; I doubt the Queen would greet me with all charming smiles and graceful waves.
The warm air caressed my skin as I swept the leaves in the courtyard. Surprisingly, not a single person had walked the hallways except the occasional guards doing their rounds. I kicked the small pile of leaves, bored out of my mind. What is fun around here?
A red apple hung above, taunting. I narrowed my eyes and rolled up the sleeves of my tunic. "I won't be so high and mighty if I were you." I gripped the lowest trunk and hoisted myself atop. Creeping forward, I reached out a hand. "We'll see who's smug when you're nothing but stick thin!"
Just as I was about to grab it, my shoe chose that moment to slide against the smooth bark. Flailing, I grasped desperately for a branch to hold onto but the small one I held was too weak to withhold my weight. Yelling, I crashed into the pile of leaves below, making them scatter around the base of the tree.
I laid there for a few seconds and hopped back up, glaring at the fruit that seemed to sway in laughter. A few quiet chuckles were heard from the entrances and I whipped my head around. The guards who were stationed there were shaking with laughter. I narrowed my eyes and jabbed a finger in their direction. "Watch yourselves."
The shorter of the guard stood up and a teasing smirk played at the edge of his lips. "Yes, we should certainly watch ourselves." He nudged his buddy who straightened up.
He coughed and shot her a look of amusement. "Maybe you should heed to your own warnings...midget." My jaw dropped and I stomped up to them, jabbing the end of the broomstick in their faces.
"You want to repeat that?" I pushed the end in his face as his friend snorted a laugh.
He flashed a charming grin. "No ma'am."
"You better," I muttered as I turned back around to recollect the scattered leaves. The guards were wise to keep their mouth shut or I would've reigned hell on their asses. Sure, I'm shorter than them by like two heads, but I'm not a midget. Do they even know what the word midget means? And I am by far and extremely small person.
A snort and nudge brought me out of my mental rant. I whirled around and stared in awe at the creature who stood with its head held high. There was a regal air around it, making it seem like the creature was the King himself with.
Two large blue horns stretched from its head towards the sky, several branches broke out and separated in different directions. A Large white mane flowed from it's head and neck, in addition to the white fire that seemed to flow in opposite directions from its chest. A large bushy tail swished as its eerie pupiless eyes stared at me. The creature was certainly magnificent, but it was also a little creepy at the same time.
