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❝ ℭ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨 ❞
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Gather 'round and I'll tell you a tale of a maiden, a midnight and a weaver of dreams. On
one winter night, the princess climbed her way to the tallest tower of the tallest castle.
Snow gathered on the ancient stone like cream, and a lonely figure moved through the
abandoned stairway with only a single candlestick in hand. Her steps were heavy, because
this night marked the dark anniversary of her people's exodus. Belle's young shoulders bore
the heavy burden, a pinch between her brows, stiffness in her graceful walk. She made a fire
in her room to drive back the shadows and sat with a cup of tea staring into the flames and
listening to the wild wind howling outside for a small eternity before she got up and slipped
into her bed. Buttermilk, the capricious tabby was not there that night. Probably hunting her
dinner, Belle thought, royal purple eyes flitting to the top of a precariously tall stack of books
where the feline liked to sleep in a tight ball as if watching over her mistress.
The princess fell into a somewhat fitful sleep. Brow damp, she twisted in the sheets as the
monsters came for her in dreamscape. It had all started so beautifully. The winter festival
was underway and a crowd of Licornes had gathered in the Main Hall. Wreaths and heavy
boughs of evergreen were strung up between the chandeliers. Fragrant holly leaves and
berries spiced the air deliciously and candles twinkled from every window, winking with
merriment. Belle wore gossamer light silk and her mother was here, looking upon her
daughter with warmth. A strong male hand extended toward her.
"Dance with me princess," said the voice. The shy female slipped her hand into his.
And everything changed. The candles were snuffed out by a biting unseen wind. Belle gasped
as one by one her people faded into dust and nothingness. The gentleman's warm hand suddenly
felt huge, gripping her hand and upper arm as he dragged her from her smaller dais. He was all
darkness and shadow, except for a pair of deadly red eyes staring balefully at her. He grabbed
her crown and crushed it in his shadow hand. Yet the voice that spoke to her was deceptively
soft, and all the more sinister for its gentle chiding.
"You cannot be princess if all of your people are dead, my dear..."
Belle's heart shot up into her throat. She could taste her pulse, fear consuming her. The doe
reached out to the disappearing faces with a delicate hand, face utterly stricken with agony.
"No, d-don't leave me. They're all leaving, no please-"
"You are alone..." the voice whispered. The tender girl crumpled to the floor, knees
hitting the hard stone. Thick tears gathered in her eyes, voice broken as she pleaded for them
not to leave. The dark figure loomed above the trembling princess preparing to consume her
once and for all. Suddenly, a soft blue light pierced the darkness, and another voice joined that
of the gathering shadow.
"You are not alone, princess," the voice was warm with an undercurrent of resilience that
made Belle look up. The candles in the windows were illuminating the darkness, lit with gentle blue
flames. She saw something, someone getting closer. Light radiated around the female silhouette.
"You are not forgotten. There is still light in the darkness. Fight for it. Reach out for me and I
will guard your precious dreams," she said, and the shadow behind her hissed, growling and
howling a sound of pain as the blue light gained a foothold. Belle's tear-stained face lifted, and the
shadow crouched to whisper horrible things to her. She sobbed, but her hand lifted as she reached
out for the source of the mystical blue flame.
"Your mother is dead and your people will burn!" the shadow screamed as Belle's fingers
brushed that of her guardian. Their hands clasped, and Belle was pulled into a world of blue and
purple light, into the arms of the female, a spirit, a guardian, a faerie, a being that felt warm and
soft and like safety. She felt a hand pass over her hair, and the hartlicorne buried her face into the
spirit's shoulder, sobbing in relief.
"You will not have her this night, demon. She is under my protection. Tell your master this,"
the female said, blue hair floating around her. She smelled like sugar and the wild blueberries that
grew on the mountainside. Belle closed her eyes as the bloodcurdling scream of the dreameater
echoed and then disappeared. The female held her for a moment and then put her fingers beneath
Belle's chin to lift her eyes. Blue, gold eyes, as gold as a twilight sunset stared back into hers. She
seemed to regard Belle with a look of small sadness.
"Your journey will be a painful one. But I will protect you here. I will protect these precious
dreams you have, and from them you will draw on some of your greatest power," her dream
guardian smiled at her and it was a lovely smile that made Belle smile back, even through the tears.
Suddenly, she was back on her dais. The party whirled around her, candles back in the windows,
the smell of holly and pine everywhere. Her mother looked over from her throne at her daughter
and smiled. Belle inhaled sharply. Everything is as it was, she thought. The handsome gentleman's
hand was out in front of her, a smile playing on his lips. "Princess, it is my winter's wish to dance
with you tonight," he said. Belle frowned, recalling the terrible hurt she'd suffered the last time she
took his hand. The shadow. The nightmare. A subtle breeze of blueberry mixed with the evergreen
and she thought she felt someone smooth back a lock of her honey gold hair. A voice whispered to
her, feather-light.
"Take his hand. I am with you."
The lovely doe lifted her royal purple eyes, smiled and then shyly slipped her fingers into his. This
time, unafraid to brave the light for fear of the darkness...
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Art by: Sikiliya :: Writing by: Belletrist :: Featuring wonderfully generous: nemui
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Oh! I think I saw this in the artists submissions some time ago! I wondered what kind of story might be written and you've really come through once again <3
Pace is right; I had immediate Tchaikovsky vibes from this. Home and hearth, a nightmare, a glittering, Wintery guardian~
This piece needs musical accompaniment!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sd4VsbM4fOo
Pace is right; I had immediate Tchaikovsky vibes from this. Home and hearth, a nightmare, a glittering, Wintery guardian~
This piece needs musical accompaniment!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sd4VsbM4fOo
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