"The Story Teller" Prologue

It was all over. The evil had been defeated and the whole city was lit up in celebration. Everyone was there, well almost everybody. One figure stood away from the groups that gathered in the city's square. Looking out on the once battle field just outside the city's walls. The moonlight shone down casting shadows here and there in its light. Emptiness is what she felt and it wasn't going away. She knew it wasn't supposed to end the way it did. 

"Why?" Flower said out loud to no one. Taking the book from her pack she turned to the page she kept going back to, still it was blank "The story isn't over. " She nearly shouted with tears in her eyes now. Slamming the book shut she shook it angrily at the night sky "You did this on purpose! Sending me to write a story that can't end! And taking my only friend from me!" slumping down to the soft grass she remembers the last time she saw her friend, just before all the fighting started.

-Flash Back-

Sitting in front of a large fireplace,the young warrior sits cleaning a heavy looking two-handed sword. Frustration is just hinted on her face as she tries keep the large weapon from slipping as she sharpens it. A small cloaked being appears next to the warrior, staring at the fire. "Feeling anxious tonight?" Maggie doesn't look up from her task and nods. "I wish I felt better about this damn sword." The cloaked figure giggles for a moment. "Could be worse, a lot worse." the small creature seems to fidget for a moment clearly a bit uncomfortable. "You'll do fine." Margaret nods slowly "I thought you were going to leave it in the vault." indicating she had noticed said item in the pack that hung around her friend's shoulders. Her small friend shrugged and pulled the bag to her chest. "With those bumbling fools?! Not likely.” reaching in with a gloved hand, pulls out the worn book from her pack. With a grunt, Flower smacks the book in the warrior's lap. "You take it." "You know as well as I do, Princess that I cannot." The newly titled “Princess” makes a very unlady-like snort. "Don't give me that. It's yours now. Enjoy." And in a small swoosh Flower was gone, her words whispered in the air. "Take care of yourself." "You do realize disappearing the way you do doesn't mean anything. Don't make me summon you." After a few moments of silence, she lets out a deep sigh and mutters a few words. "I summon the keeper of this book, so I may continue my tale." In a whirl wind centered right where the small creature was standing the Princess appeared again. “I hate it when you do that!" Clearly the figure was at the beginning of a royal tantrum. "Not in the mood for foolish games." Maggie growled, tossing the tattered tomb back at its rightful owner. "Do you realize that I may not come back after this? And all you can think of is ridding yourself of the only work you've ever done." The small princess stomps her foot and huffs. " Games?! I'm not playing games. And of course you'll come back." Clearly the thought of the warrior not returning hadn't crossed her mind. Taken aback by the idea the figure slumped to the floor in clear pouting fashion. “You’ll be back. Not to worry.” Trying to sound hopeful even though, Flower knew what could happen though she willed not to think of such things.