Burning Love

Our tale starts with Once Upon a Time, when witches were still burned at the stake, the people not knowing that witches were crucial to their fairytales. This was the time when more fairytales poofed into oblivion and were forgotten. Our remarkable heroine, by the name of Miss Clementine-Anabella, was in fact one of those witches burned at the stake. Or so they hoped she would. Who are "they", you ask? Well, "they" will be explained in good time.

The land in which Clementine lived was ruled by a rather lazy King, whose days were spent playing his music and letting the ministers do the dirty work. But the Prince was different. He loved the people. He loved spending time with them, in particular he loved spending time with a certain girl. They met, when her scarf flew off and smacked him in the face. Upon catching it, he saw a pink-faced girl running towards the scarf. He laughed good-naturedly and gave it back to her.

"Thank you, Prince Jeco," the girl blushed, embarrassed and flustered.

"It was my pleasure, Milady. May I ask your name?"

"Clementine."

Mutual love at first sight is a common thing in fairytales. It just so happens that these two did fall in love at first sight. It was amazing. Hearts beating faster. Colour rising to faces. Smiles gracing features. The wind whipped fragrant cherry petals around the two star-crossed youngsters in spiralling patterns. Pink. The colour of meant to be. It surrounded them, cutting them off from the world.

Blissfully unaware that Clementine was a witch, Jeco said, nervously and awkwardly "Will I see you again?"

"I don't know..." Clementine admitted.

"Meet me at the bridge tomorrow. I have to go now. Farewell, Clementine!" Jeco ran off to the castle, his two tailed coat flying behind him.

A darker entity was watching, filling with a deep hatred and jealousy.