Chapter 1: Whispers Of Sweet Nothings
I stare out the window, whilst listening to sweet nothings; oh such sweet, sweet nothings!
“You are as beautiful as the stars that light up the evening sky!”
“You are as precious as a jewel amongst gems!”
“You are brighter than the sun that brings upon each day a new dawn!”
My quill’s tip tap-tapping on an empty notebook. My frustration building to a climax.
("Why does this infernal being keep pestering me so?”) I think to myself.
The tapping of my pen quickens; as my rage slowly builds, so to my hatred towards this person!
“You are worthy of nothing less than perfection!”
“You are as graceful as a nightingale that takes to the sky!”
“You are as rare as what a Pegasus is in myths!”
“Be still!” I shouted out in anger, my quill ripping through a page, ink spilling from its golden tip as it did so!
“I’ll never be desired… Love is just… Nothing…” My anger ebbs away and sorrow takes its place.
“Why must I torture myself so? Whispering sweet nothings to myself, only causes me more harm than good.” I speak to no one but myself.
The clouds that seemed so far has finally rolled in, covering the sky in its thundering darkness, the storm now fully upon the small village at the edge of a cliff.
Below the sea raged on, as my own anger still does beneath my sadden complexion.
“Why write when there is no one to read? A useless exercise, for a useless girl and a pathetic excuse for a human being!” I scold myself as tears fill my eyes, but my hate continues to swell fuelling my rage!
I stare now at the empty pages that lay ahead of the one I just ruined, and those that told of a story before it…
A story not yet finished. A story of girl that for a time will never be accepted.
A story I would not realise was so true as it was…
It all began only eighteen years ago.
The Prince of Caynyan (pronounced kay-n-yian), one of three countries, would soon rise to be King as his coming of age came closer to date. He would take the title from his father on his twentieth birth date, while his father would remain still to advice the new young King.
As he, this Prince, went for a ride out into the forest, he’ll meet a fair young maiden; who, unlike him – a human – would change the course of history with one not so innocent, innocent act… And the Prince, not knowing who this maiden was, would only find out too late to stop the effects that his thoughtless actions had caused.
Something new is about to be born… Something thought only to have been a legend…