The Crown Prince Thinks I'm a Guy

Fleeting and Flightful Dreams

A shadow moved again with a slithering speed from behind the trees. Branches shook and twigs snapped.

I gasped.

I felt it coming near me.

Unconsciously, I had built up a layer of notes around me. I have heard from Madame Crooch about how intermediate level mages could cover their body with a magical defensive shield. I wondered if what I was instinctively doing was similar.

'I really hope this could defend me, because that shadow looks awfully huge.'

More snapping noises broke out, and I forced myself to stay still, despite all of my senses screaming at me to run. I didn't know anything about this creature, and there was a high chance that it would be faster and stronger than I was. So, I decided it would be best to keep all of my movements at the minimum.

Breathing shakily, I considered my options at lightning speed.

One. I could try my luck at running away, but again, I might just be chased down in mere seconds.

Two. I can scream for help, but the noise might agitate the creature more. Anyway, who was to say that help would come in time, or if it would even be truly helpful.

I sighed quietly. I was all tensed up with a vortex of coiled notes strengthening and shielding my body.

And then, underneath the moonlit night, I saw the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

I suppose there's always option three. Simply stare with jaws dropped at the spectacle in front of me.

It glowed a silver light, much like a brighter, yet gentler moon. It looked much like a gigantic horse, but with a human-like face and feathered wings. Its body was an artwork of pink, orange, and silver scales, which stretched into a long, coiling tail that ended with a fluff of light pink fur. Its pure black face was feminine, yet sharp. Its eyes were closed as it approached me with feline grace.

I could barely breath, and I realized the notes around me had started growing erratic and out of my control. Yet, I couldn't make a move. My eyes and my focus were transfixed on the mysterious creature.

I felt it was wild, and I felt it was powerful, yet I couldn't imagine it striking me down. It felt too holy and pure for that. I stared as its human-like lips gently lifted into a smile. It looked like a goddess in slumber, its consciousness enveloped in sweet dreams.

It drew nearer and nearer, and the notes had become so chaotically strong that the grass started swirling around me. Soon, the creature had come so close to me that it felt like it was ready to kiss me.

Our noses touched. The notes died down, and from the chaos came a swirling sound of pure emotions. The creature, like the Music, communicated with notes themselves.

'I am delighted,' the magic seemed to say.

Around us, the notes manifested into solid balls of light and started dancing round our heads.

Comforted and elated by the burst of wonderful colors, I smiled at the creature, and curtsied. "I am glad to meet you too."

For whatever reasons we might have had, we simply started to dance. There was a wildness inside me that was unleashed as I twisted and twirled, the music so tangible that I could almost drink it in. The creature swayed from paw to paw, its hide glowing brighter in the silent night.

Then, the music grew faster, the beats angelic yet filled with humane charm. I quickened my steps and took of my boots. I felt the grass and soil with my bare feet as I jumped, hollered, and laughed in the wind. It was intoxicating, yet I was calm. The creature came bounding and leaping, graceful and nimble footed. Dangerously fast and powerful with each bounding step, yet gentle as though it was still stuck in a peaceful dream.