some days

Once a upon a time, a princess was born. well, some would say she isn't such a beauty, but she grew up thinking that she was beautiful, and that brought out the beauty in her.
The princess woke up one day searching for something. it was as if she something was missing in her life that she had to go and search for it. out she went to the fields, the meadows, the mountains, the seas. and when finally she gave up, she found what she was looking for: it wasn't a something, it's a someone.
She followed the 'someone' whom she believed was a prince. very fitting for a princess like her. the prince was the most beautiful male she has ever seen..and she dreamt that one day they would end up together. she was so thrilled by the idea that she followed and followed the prince until she can see her kingdom no more...she got tired and sat down by the lake for a while to rest..as she was sitting down she heard voices..the happiest voices she's heard. she looked around and then saw where the voices are..there, she saw the prince, her prince, holding another princess' hand. she asked, how could someone else's happiness be someone else's despair? How could someone else's smile, be someone else's tear?
she started to walk back to her kingdom but nighttime came and so she slept in the forest. half-awake she heard a whistle. it was a melody..a flute, actually. she searched for it, and she saw a young man playing the music. She walked toward the young man and listened closely. she told herself, he could play the music to her forever and she'll never get bored..with the last note she clapped her hands in admiration..but then, there was also another pair of hands clapping.she saw the other pair of hands and realized it was another girl. the girl, he was playing the music to. how could the lovely music hurt her so? and an innocent clapping be like a drum beating her heart until it beats no more. Suddenly, there were raindrops; the couple walked away to look for shelter. she walked away washing her hurt with the rain.
She saw a little hut and ran towards it. She knocked a few times before the door was opened. a peasant. how could someone dressed in rugged clothes look like a god? She pleaded to stay for a night..the young man led her in..



..to be continued