There was a kingdom, where it was very
beautiful, with amazing trees and scenes that were sight- seeking and
unforgettable. The passengers called
this kingdom, the kingdom of Arête – Greek for ‘beauty.’ However the plague had
killed millions of citizens in the kingdom, and the streets that once had
thousands of people booming with joy, was now empty, but rats seeking for
another dead bodies, to nibble on. The kingdom seemed to be painted with a giant
brush, of blackish gray. The kingdom was often in chaos of terror a shock,
worrying as if they might be next. When a gray bearded servant wearily
approached the king with new statistics of death, the king helplessly set a
quest for the four prince of Arête to find the cure of any way, and the one
that finds the cure, shall be the next king in line.
The handsome one
started getting evidences, by charming people. The kind one started helping
people, with the smart one, heading to the lavatory. However, the brave one
went into the forest, with nothing but a cutter knife.
Daphne had lived in the forests for her
whole life. She naturally knew what to
do with the nature: how the oak tree gives food to eat, and how to use lilies
for good scents. However when her father got the plague, she knew not a thing
to do about it. One day, a old woman with a long cloak passed by with baskets
of purple flowers, but then, accidently dropped one in front of Daphne’s
cottage, and when her father ate it, it ‘magically’ turned her father purple,
and perfectly fine, except for a weak cold for just about a week. She was
thankful, for the coincidence; however, she had absolutely no idea about the
unusual purple flower.
The brave prince’s name was Chantus.
Chantus roamed the forest, as if he knew where to go. He got off his gleaming
brown horse- now turned darker of the mud- and searched for the clues of the
dark shadows of death that had past by. He lingered close to the ground and
took a big breath of air close by. It was clear that something rotten had
lingered by. He headed to the direction, until he reached a cozy yet a bit
gloomy cottage. Though he was nothing but a brave young man, he knew something
was up in this old, damp, mysterious cottage.
Daphne hugged his father, feeling
thankful for the day that the old lady had given with her father. Daphne was
not only thankful but also alarmed after she heard the footsteps, which was
rare, in the forests. She carefully pulled away from her darling father and yanked
opened the door. She then yelled two words of fear: “ Who’s there? “
In her eyes lay a
handsome young man, whom was not as close alarmed as Daphne.
It didn’t take long for Chantus to
explain his journey that he had took. It was obvious that the father and
daughter was surprised with the story, and they weren’t the only ones that were
surprised when Chantus heard about the old lady. Daphne’s father’s hand had
moved flawlessly on the paper while Daphne described the old lady. The picture
of the old lady was finished- and Chantus was more astonished, when he actually
recognized the old lady. The old lady was his mother .
Chantus raced to the royal temple, with
the picture of his unfamiliar face of his mother, and breathed heavily. He
couldn’t believe his mother- for once could have been behind of all of this. He
stormed in to his mother’s bedroom, but a pang of guilt because he wasn’t
allowed to do any of this. His mother was not in the room. He lingered around
the room in the suspicion that had grown even more when he saw the purple
flowers in his mother’s closet.
“ Chantus! “
His mother faced
him with horror and terror. But her face was not a bit like the mother he used
to know. The face was covered with wrinkles, with ugly scars covering the at
least the half of her face.
But when she
realized the meaning of her son’s expression and the status of her face, she
ran away, not even caring to pick up the beautiful bracelet that was once hers.
The guards
searched all the floors that lied in the temple. From the first floor nursery,
to the third floor theatre, the “queen” was no where to be seen. Where could
she be ? Chantus was pretty sure that the guards had blocked the gates.
“Where might she
be ? “ the king said with wearily with a stiff groan.
If she was not at
the ground above , there was only one place that she could be. Under ground.
Chantus started to
dig underground. And as expected, there faced a wooden door, heading no where.
He opened the door, laying stairs heading below ground. He took a look back to
his fellow brothers, and his father. He went down the stairs, and there lay his
mother. Well, his former- mother.
His mother
happened to be a sorcerer, who had desired the place at the throne of the king.
She had used magic to capture the king’s attention, and had mated with him to have
children. She had spreaded the plague to
kill or weaken everyone else and to rule the large, and the beautiful island to
herself. Everyone was in terror of her truth, and in the depth of the scars she
had drew in the family’s minds were priceless. But they promised forgiveness and ignore as the crown of leaves were drawn to Chantus, with the place at the throne. It also wasn't a surprise when Daphne and Chantus fell in love and lived happily ever after.
