Late at night, at around 12 A.M. he heard light pitter patter along the halls of the SP House. Nate heard a crash around his door then a paper slipped into his room and then the pitter patter disappeared into the distance. Getting off his bed, he got the note and put it into his pocket. Knowing who it was from, he moved to the lounge.
Hooded figures entered the room, mysteriously late at night. Looking into the room, he saw puppet, as he called himself, leave the room with a hint of sadness. Sitting down at the table, she looked at him and mouthed “please leave” then continued on in conversation. Shocked, Nate left the room…
Walking to his room, he remembered she had crimson etched on her skin and her body was wet, footprints from outside and across the hall into the lounge and into the next room to him where she resided. he went to bed and attempted to sleep…
He awoke, the morning light shining through his dark room, quickly being extinguished by his dark feelings. He went to the blue and white room and searched the posts to find one addressed to him. It read something along the lines of I love you from someone with pretty handwriting that seemed to speak out to him. He wrote “Me too” and walked away to get some breakfast.
Bacon and eggs, with some orange juice. He ate it without tasting it, trying to fill the rumbling stomache of his. He walked into the lounge and eavesdropped on them. Words were passed around of being shirtless on a Monday, either to fill some sexual satisfaction, boost self-esteem or something else. He listened some more as the brought up the weather and the nice view they had. Some people believed this place to be Paradise….
Looking around, he noticed a large fort obstructing his path to his darkened corner. He quickly left the room and pulled his hoodie on and got some objects from his room. (Nate has entered the room) He entered the room again, and went to the large castle and called out to the owner of that majestic palace. ” I come bearing gifts!” The mighty door opened up and a pretty little warrior came forth and spoke. “This isn’t a trojan horse is it?” He smiled slyly at that remark. ” Nay… I mean, no, I come bearing gifts from the quest I was assigned to battle the evil cyclops that haunted the forest.” She moved inside and motioned him to follow.
Entering the palace, he looked at the paintings and pictures she had pinned to the walls. “Who drew these masterpieces?” She smiled and blushed, then spoke.” A young ugly peasant by the name of Dawn.” He looked at her slyly smiling and spoke,” by young ugly peasant, do you mean wonderful, pretty and young Princess?” He looked again taking note of her pictures signifying many of her victories against the monsters in her past.
“What is your name?” She asked elegantly, and she smelled of vanilla, so sweet and cute. He spoke again,” Why I am the infamous Prince of Darkness. I have come to meet the famed princess who was able to slay so many dragons and beasts.” She smiled again and spoke,” The rumours speak of a noble and powerful warrior. Do I appear strong enough to take on these dragons all by myself?” Her smile faded and she looked out the fort to the countless people speaking about the good ole’ days.
He took her by the hands and pointed to a painting.” These battles were not all fought without friends,” he pointed at the shadow of a tree, then the sun,” there are friends hidden in the hardest of places. You must open up your heart and mind to them though. Embrace them with open arms.” She looked at the shadow and noticed it looked like the silhouette of a hooded figure, and the sun was of a smiling face. Looking back and the dark prince, he held his arms out ready to embrace her. She smiled, with a tear in her eye and hugged him back.
They spent the rest of the day fighting dragons and monsters together as he fought valiantly along side her.At one point she whispered to him “my bedroom” and ran off. He smiled and followed a few seconds behind. Entering the room, it was dark and he spotted a lone figure under the sheets, but as he came closer it did not stir. He thought he got the jump on her when suddenly a blinding flash of light came suddenly and blunt weapons began smashing him knocking him over and beating him to the ground.
Suddenly, a beast jumped on him and began eating at his face and he attempted to push it off as he yelled and screamed for help, then spoke out laughing. “Bella, I could smell your kibble breath, please stop, hahaha.” He got up and pet the dog and looked at his attackers, the young princess and her ally, Katie the Bear. “Open the chest and retrieve my treasures and spoils!” he got up and wiped the doggie drool from his face and retrieved a golden statue… Pulling it out, he handed a teddy bear to each of the girls and hugged them. “This reminds me of you, so cute like a teddy bear, but also fearsome like a real bear.” They smiled and danced and then Katie left.
They ate lunch and dinner triumphantly like kings and later at night he presented some gifts he held with him at all times. “here I brought you scriptures of birdmen and woman who fight for survival, and another about a boy who wore a false mask that concealed his inner demons. Chocolate, the most delicious that the gold I aquired from dragons could buy. This and my loyalty sworn to you.” She marveled at the prince’s wonderful gifts and savored a piece of the chocolate. She moved up to him and hugged him.
” I have one request.” She spoke to him in a shy and sincere voice. “What is it, my queen?” She blushed, then stopped speaking. Her demeanor changed as she took a deep breath. “Willyoutakemyhandinmarriage?” She spoke quickly and suddenly. He looked at her, analyazing every word as much as possible. He stood silently for a minute or two, which she stared at him feeling it was years since he would answer.
He took a deep breath and paced. Then he spoke suddenly,” I’m sorry I am not in the position to take one’s hand in marriage. You are an ally of mine, but I must decline.” She fell to the ground and looked up at him, unable to see his face due to his hoodie obstructing her line of sight. In his hand he held a dagger, bloodied after shoving it in her belly after the hug. He looked at her and stared and she told him to leave. After he left, she jabbed the dagger a bit more into her, hoping it would take her life. The scars had not healed and the last thread of hope was broken.
Walking out, he still couldn’t believe what he had done. Looking back at the room, his hands bloodied by the blade, he realized what he did and went to his room silently.
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