Status: Fairy Tale anyone? -_-
Listen: Morpheus Laughing [ Skinny Puppy ]

Once upon a time, in a far, far away land.

One beautiful being stands in the light. Her long hair color of gold, her eyes that of sapphire, her lips redder than roses, her skin white as snow. The most beautiful one of them all. She was the center of the world, everyone pays attention to her, heads turn her way. They all adore her, competing for her attention, for just one smile. Gifts and flowers shower over her, but nothing and no one had ever been able to capture her attention.

But they all continue to try.

One being living in the dark shadow of the forest, hiding away. The one so plain looking, so ordinary. Her short dark hair unruly, her brown eyes cast to the ground, her skin sicken and pale. Stays quietly in the darkness, she rarely come out into the light. No one cares for her, no one pays her any attention. No one notices.

In her kingdom of shadow, no one knows the path better than the dark one. They only think of her when lost and can not find the way. Feeling obligated, she helps those that asked.

And fate bring the most unlikely pair to meet.

The beautiful one desires the quietness and the feel of the forest and so she set off. A group of hunters volunteer the service, show-offs they are, talking of the paths and the hunts, thinking they know it all. The forest is their playground, they huff and puff their chests out, saying there is no one leaf in the forest that they don't know. Tired of listening, the beautiful thing agrees for them to take her.

The sun high in the vast blue sky, the beautiful one and the hunters are deep in the forest, the green canopy of the trees provide shade for them. The beauty shuts out the chatter of the men, intending to enjoy the life around her. The grass under her feet feels soft, the shade cool and comfortable, small birds, squirrels and rabbits make their ways out to see her.

After noon, the men ask for her to stop and rest. Then they settle under the large tree, some sitting, the other laying down. The beauty pays them no mind, and instead she wanders deeper into the woods by herself. The hunters watch her, voicing their protest, but none intend to follow. She will not be far, they say to themselves.

Soon, they fall into sleep, and the beautiful one does not return.

[ X: to be continued ]