Fantasia sat on a bench a view of the city and the Enchanted Forest. She opened her journal and looked at an old drawing, a picture of her kicking Kraig Kinesin's shin. She didn't stop the tears from falling as her nose became hot and red tipped. A tear fell onto the paper, landing on the part where her foot connected with his left shin. She took a deep breath, looking out at the view without looking down at her paper. Fantasia sighed, letting her soul lead her. She let her fingers flow and wrote around the drawing,
He's holding back, he knows he can do so much worse now that I'm older...He wants something from me and I want to know what it is...But I fear what it will do to me afterwards...I'm intrigued by his shadowed spirit but I hate how he uses his power of it. What's the point of holding back if you already get under my skin...Just throw everything at me! Tear me apart if you must! Just end it, torture me no more.
Fantasia quickly wiped away a tear and said," Why do you hold it against me old man?" A evil, dark chuckle erupted from behind her. Her eyes went wide as she thought, He's here.
"I just want to see you crumble."
His voice was a sinister whisper in the wind. A sound that made her wonder if there was light behind that voice.
Have you no soul?
Fantasia closed her book, got up from the marble bench and turned to face him. He wore all black and one gray piece in his dark ensemble. He had on black, polished dress shoes, pants, dress shirt, gray vest, a gold tie. On his head of messy gray hair was black top hat with a band that was the exact color of Fantasia's brown eyes.
"What's the point of trying break me if you push my buttons past the point of being necessary?" She said," It was seventeen years ago."
"Just as relevant as your rule as princess." He said, still smirking. She threw her journal at him and he caught it without blinking an eye. His thumb stuck in the book, specifically the part she just wrote in merely minutes ago. He looked at the book quickly scanning the sketch and his eyes read the words around around it. Kraig admired her handwriting, neat, clean and pleasurable to the eyes but it wasn't the way she wrote it. It was what she said that made him smile cruelly.
Before Fantasia could take a running step back the castle, Kraig teleported in front of her and pinned the princess to a marble wall. She looked up into his cold silver eyes as her breath became shaky. Being this close to him made her want to fly away. Away from him and his dark presence like an ever looming shadow. But Fantasia couldn't, she was frozen. Frozen with fear, nervousness and shock. Seeing and feeling her emotions this close only made the evil sparkle in Kraig's eyes grow brighter.
Fantasia froze when a cold, bony hand softly held her right wrist. He chuckled, trailing the freezing index finger of his left hand slowly up her waist. "Y'know, I've always wondered about you Fantasia," He said, his voice more cynical and smooth being this close to her. "Ever since you so called 'graced' the throne of Melodia beside Queen Carey. With that smile and happy attitude, you seemed too bright to be a princess and I always questioned your sanity for it. I wonder..." She felt his cold hand stop at where her dress met her smooth skin. "What were to happen if a disaster like death were to struck the princess at an unpredictable time?" He added," I've always wanted to penetrate those walls of confidence of yours that you guard and built so well. I've wanted to make you understand what really pain is and I'm not talking about the pain you felt from almost being ripped apart." He laughed evilly before walking away," In another time, in another time. Thanks for the new leg princess," Kraig happily twirled his golden skull head cane in his hand,
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"Enjoy these happy days of youth Fantasia, for they last no longer than a second when you take them for granted."
