Once upon a time there was a princess. This princess was engaged to be married to a strong knight and that made her very happy. But she didn't know that the knight didn't care for her. No, the night fell in love with a girl from a far away place and forgot about his engagement to the princess. And every day, the princess would watch the knight and the girl kiss and hold hands, not at all hiding their affections. The knight never broke off his engagement, nor told the princess of his lover or his lover of his engagement to the princess. And so, bit by bit a wound opened in the princess' heart. And bit by bit that wound swelled and festered, infected with her pain and sorrow.
But no matter how bad the wound got she never cried out. She never spoke up, hoping and praying that someday the knight would realize what he'd done and make it right. If he only broke things off properly, then she thought, her pain would end and that wound would heal. But he never did. And no one around the princess ever asked, everyone thinking it was best to keep silent on the matter, no one ever checked to see if she was alright. If only someone had noticed perhaps the pain never would have swelled so much. Then one day, when the princess was hurting more than she thought she ever could, a witch appeared before her in the form of a young girl.
"I'll get rid of the source of your pain." The witch said. She loved playing around with the hearts and lives of humans.
"You will?" asked the princess. This pain could end?
"I will. But in exchange you must promise to give me a doll for my sister to play with and I will make it dissapear."
Not knowing any better, and in too much pain to think long on her choice, the princess agreed. In the space of a breath the witch dissappeared. If only she had known that the witch meant the girl when she spoke of getting rid of the source of her pain. Perhaps she would not have agreed. But that made no difference now. For the witch had killed the girl and delivered the body along with a note to the knight.
The knight's rage was great at this and, forgetting all reason, he sought out the princess. When he found her he took her deep underground into a secret room and put her through a great deal of pain. And no matter how much she cried out and bled, no matter how she apologized, he didn't stop until she died. When the princess died the witch's sister came and took the princess' body away to be her new doll.
In the end the only ones to find happiness were the witch who watched the results of her work with wicked glee, and the witch's sister who had a brand new doll. Humans really are foolish.
True Form Shiki Misaki · Mon Nov 09, 2009 @ 01:00am · 0 Comments |