This is a story that the weather inspired me to write. It is freezing, windy and wet. Winter weather. And it's only autumn! I hate it, loathe it and DESPISE it. I need some hot chocolate. Anyways, this is a kinda clichéd storyline, but I promise I didn't steal it from anybody. I wouldn't ever do that!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Digimon. If I did, I would be a rich, rich woman. I could wear pink diamond rings on each finger and toe. I could have chocolate for every meal. I could buy a new computer, and stomp all over this ancient stupid one. I could sleep on a pile of money, surrounded by extremely good-looking men. I could have a holiday house in Aspen. Except, I probably wouldn't like that too much, because it's cold there and I HATE the cold. ... BUT, Digimon belongs to some company that has writers that are on heavy drugs. I mean, they would have to be on crack or SOMETHING to write that last episode of season two! So THEY have all that money. But I guess they need it to support their drug habit.
Chapter 1 - Wandering
The princess jumped the last few metres to the ground. Looking up at the wall she'd had to climb down, the realisation hit her. She'd done it. She was finally free. Tightening her white cashmere coat around her tiny frame, she began to walk. Where to, she didn't know. She just knew she had to get away. Fast. Before her parents found her missing, and sent guards out to retrieve her.
She pulled the hood down over her face as she wandered down the nearly deserted streets. She did not want to be recognised. She never wanted to go back to that restrictive household. It couldn't even be called a home. The princess barely knew her parents. In fact, the only people she did know were her two bodyguards, Lisa and Erin. They were with her almost full time, and it was always "No, princess, you cannot do that" or "Sorry princess, a lady of your position should not be doing such things". The princess knew many girls wished for her status, but she wanted nothing more than to be rid of it.
Wrapping her arms around herself, the princess realised that she had reached the extremities of her home town. The only town she had ever known. Her hands shook with a mixture of trepidation and a cold the princess had never known to exist. Those smooth, white hands. They had never been exposed to any physical labour. Exotic lotions were rubbed into them twice daily to keep them looking perfect. Perfection. Nothing else was allowed. The princess was trained each day as to how to be a perfect little lady. How to look, how to act. Sixteen years of these teachings was enough to send anybody crazy.
Lowering her head as a concession to the rain that was starting to pelt in hard sheets from the steely grey sky, she sighed. If she remembered her local geography lessons correctly, there was a small town somewhere nearby. She could get shelter there for a while, as she figured out where to go next. Maybe she could go overseas? She had heard from her professor that there were great lands across the ocean. All the princess knew was that she could not go back to the palace. It wasn't like her mother and father would actually miss her. They were always too busy to even have meals with her. The princess was lucky to have one decent conversation with her parents a week. But that wouldn't matter so much if she only had friends. Even one friend. One companion. But talking to people outside the palace was forbidden, and all the employees that worked in the chateau were far too busy to bother with a lonely princess.
Pressing on through the cold, wet, muddy plains, that single thought resonated in her mind. That was all she was. A lonely princess. Always alone. Well, she was going to change that.
So what did you think? (Imagine me with a puppy dog face) Please review? Pretty please with sugar on top? Tell me who you think the princess is, and what you think will happen next. I am VERY open to ideas at this point. I don't promise that I'll listen to all of them, but feel free to tell me anyway. It will be very appreciated.