The world swirled, it drifted, it twirled. Hazel's salty ocean blue eyes followed it as it turned. The sky faded into a misty black. Hazel's eyes seemed to be switched to night vision. The grey and black world slowly disappeared to a purple, black like night without stars. Her eye sight closed in on her and she felt something bump against her roughly. She felt as if she wasn't standing up right. Mud and dirt pressed against her side. Her dress sunk into something dirty and brown. Then she knew something. She had passed out. She had fallen to the ground.
Her eyes opened wide before her to see a brightly lit ceiling, a dark orange with a sunny light shining on it. There was a chandelier covered neatly with baby blue diamonds. Hazel looked to the side to see a smooth, rustic, polished dresser with round handles. There were little shiny glass figures piled on top.
"Hello?" she hesitated, sitting up slowly in her bed. The covers slid off her which made her surprisingly cold. She noticed she was no longer in the leafy dress she had created, she was in a pale purple night gown with an emerald brooch pinned on the top left corner. The grand doors swung open, a tall woman with a braid, an apron, and a white un elegant dress darted in, grabbing the thermometer on the truck in by the mirrors. She stuck it into Hazel's mouth without any gentle touch and sat on the king size bed with poles.
"How are you?" she asked impatiently, lightly bouncing anxiously.
"Where am I?"
"How are you?" the lady said, ignoring Hazel slipping the thermometer out of her mouth. She glanced at it with great nerve. She bobbed her head slightly and felt Hazel's fore head. The warmth of her hand sunk into Hazel head like she had just drank hot cocoa. It warmed her which made her relax and sink into her bed softly.
"Stop moving! The king would not be happy to find out we've rescued a girl who can't follow the rules!" the woman spat, crossing her arms and nodding her head as she spoke.
"I'm-I'm sorry..." Hazel whispered, trying to have perfect posture, acting like the princess she was.
"If I may ask, what king and where am I?" she wondered.
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Dream Upon a Rose
FantasíaOne wish, one dreamer, one monster, one criminal, one story. Princess Hazel watched as the orange rose drifted into the mist. The cool breeze floated threw her. Hazel took in the weak sunlight peering through the fog. The petals separated...whic...
