Warped

By HRR

Long ago, a beautiful young girl laid in a tower. She slept eternally until true love's first kiss broke the spell.

In a small village, a young man lived shunned by all. He'd done nothing wrong to receive this treatment but was born with fiery, red-orange hair. In any other village this would have been fine, but in this village, red hair was considered a sign of demonic behavior. Because of this the poor boy had built up a wall, even his family shunned him. He learned to rely on himself and stay out of sight, though it was not always this way. When the boy was very young one small girl would play with him. She didn't care about is hair, for it is what is on the inside that counts. The girl's father soon found out about their friendship and took the girl away, leaving the boy even more twisted than he already was, feeling he would never be accepted.

Years later, the boy found out the girl had gone missing. He searched for her for days and found that a girl had been cursed and locked away in a tower around the same time the girl disappeared. He decided to take the risk and travel to the tower. The boy had also learned that the cursed girl would sleep forever unless her true love kissed her, and he was determined to save his friend.

He travelled for days on end, through rain and horrible storms, all for the girl he had loved since childhood. When he finally reached the tower, a problem arose; there were no entrances except for a window at the very top. The boy pulled two small daggers from his belt and began climbing up the tower. This has to work, he thought. This was the one person that cared about him, given him a chance. He loved her, he always had.

The boy reached the window and looked at the girl inside, it's her, he thought. Then he noticed the man. The princely man from his village, who all adored, was sitting at the end of the bed the maiden laid on. The redhead knew that, with his perfect blonde hair and violet eyes, his love would surely fall for the prince. He watched in horror as the blonde placed a delicate kiss upon the brunette's lips. He whispered a thousand prayers pleading for the girl to be his own, but alas, her brown eyes fluttered open. Upon seeing her beautiful smile once more, the boy couldn't take it, his fingers slipped from the daggers holding him up.

Of course she loves him, he thought, nobody could ever love someone as warped and twisted as me. I just hope my princess is happy with her prince. A single tear slid from his eye as he hit the ground, breaking his neck.

From the top of the tower, the sleepy girl heard a crash, fully waking her. She ran to the window to see what had happened "Hikaru…" she whispered, seeing the broken corpse of the boy she once loved.

The two left the tower and returned to the village. The prince was called a hero for, not only saving his soon-to-be princess, but also for getting rid of the demonic being that once lived among them. Nobody but the girl knew the real story and she could never forget her first love.