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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, unfortunately self-centered-satisfied princess. Her name was Sky, and her father wanted her to get married. Unfortunately, (again) when she was meeting different princes from different faraway lands, the prince would say something horribly offending. Then, Sky would throw something form the contents of her room at him.
Of course, every castle has to have something from the contents of her bedroom at the prince. So, she really would never make friends. She would sit by the window all day and stare at the world around the castle. servants, and there were only a few for some odd reason at this particular castle. There was one beautiful servant named Elyria, who had a heart the size of two fists. And reader, you must know of what happens in this story when someone learns to love. When someone learns to love, they gain a special power. Elyria loved so much she had ten special powers. Elyria was a girl that could make sour hearts sweet. But she just couldn’t make Sky’s heart sweet.
Staring out the window all day must get boring, and Sky only got up to meet princes, for hope she would like the next one. But she never did.
Sky had just finished pouring hot water down an Indian prince’s pants, which sent him running all the way back to India. She sat down again and stared out the window. Soon, the month became December and she looked at the swirling patterns on the window. She remembered when she was a tiny little girl and she asked the king why there were designs on the windows. Her father had replied like this. “Sky, Jack Frost and I have a deal. He just loves to put designs on windows in winter, so I said;’You may put designs on our windows if you make them the best ever.’ And he does. Now. Does that answer your question?” Then she nodded and walked slowly to her room.
Then her flashback ended.
She looked out the window and saw someone very small painting on her window.
“Who are you?” Sky demanded.
“Quiet down. You’re going to make me mess up.”
“Who are you?” she was almost screaming. The little man with the paintbrush was rattled while he was painting.
“Jack Frost!”
“Really?”
“Sky, you must learn to love or you will not get a special power.” He flew away.
Sky did not know what to think.
Just then, Elyria came in with a plan that had to work.
“Sky, do you want to hear a story?”
“Fine, but I know it will be horrible.”
“Once there was a beautiful baby girl that had been born as a princess. She slept all day and cried all night.
“Then one day, when the little princess was crying, a robber climbed up the vines on the sides of the castle. He just happened to get into the baby girl’s window, with another baby girl on his back. He quietly switched the two. He was a poor, with a little princess in his hands. He climbed down the vines and ran to the village.
“Then he raised the little girl until she was thirteen. Then the king said ‘All of the servants have run away. I need one family from the village to be servants.’ Everyone in the kingdom locked their doors. Then the knights in shining armor came and knocked down the little girl’s house and took her family away. The little girl kicked and cried as she was taken away to the castle.
“She became a servant, and soon her family died and she was the only servant in the castle. The king didn’t mind one speck. Then she worked all day and all night to do the jobs that her family would be doing.”
Sky was listening.
“But then one day she was sick, and didn’t get any of the jobs done. The king said, ‘Throw her out on the streets. She is of no use to us.’”
Sky cried. She hugged Elyria. Sky’s heart was growing. She wasn’t mean anymore.
Elyria whispered in Sky’s ear, “That’s my story.”
Sky said, “In this kingdom?”
“Yes.”
“I was a poor?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll take your spot if you’d like.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“No it isn’t.”
Sky started to leave.
“Where are you going?”
“Where I belong.”
That night there was a blizzard. But reader, do you remember what happens when someone learns to love in this story? Sky had gotten her special power. Fire. It came flaring out of her hands, right when she needed it most.
