There was once a great kingdom surrounded by a great wall so high it disappeared into the clouds above.
Its great King feared the world outside his kingdom, and the day his daughter was born his wife the Queen got assassinated, the King never found out who hired the assassin and feared he or his daughter were next so he locked his daughter up in a high tower to keep her safe from evil.
The King then began locking up all his enemies and people he feared so his kingdom would stay safe and after twenty years he was running out of space, and the only space left was the tower he kept his daughter in.
The king did not want to put his daughter in possible danger, his advisors advised him to start killing the dangerous criminals that were locked inside his castle, but the great king was greater than that, he could not be as evil as the people responsibly for his wife’s death.
And so the King began to use the rooms below his daughter’s room as prison cells.
His daughter had been living up in the tower for all her life and her feet have never touched a single blade of grass or a spec of dirt.
She never looked outside because it made her feel sad, she only watched the clouds passing by.
She witnessed the season changing into winter, a snow flake drifted into her room and landed on the wooden floor, after it melted it left a stain that vanished after a short while.
In his dreams he was as free as a bird, soaring through the sky going wherever he pleased.
All he wanted to do was escape, and wanted to go up to fly away.
And the more seasons passed, the more the wanted to be saved from her solitude.
Sun rays enter her dark prison room and rain was dripping from the window sill when she heard the sound of something scratching on wood.
The prisoner had been working his way through the wooden floor, to the princess it sounded like someone was coming to her rescue.
She sat in the dark corner of the room opposite to where the sound was coming from.
Day in day out she sat in her corner waiting for her hero to break through the wooden floor.
On a windy day in the fall, the sound finally broke through the wooden floor board that was between her armoire and the wall.
And after the moon had place itself in the night sky and shined into the room dividing it in two halves.
She could not wait any longer and got up and moved the armoire aside and saw two little dots of a faded white looking at her, they looked just like two pearls.
She heard the changing of the guards and quickly got back to her corner and didn’t move an inch.
After the guards were back at their post her rescuer crept into the room, he stayed in the complete dark side of the room.
They did this every night until they got curious enough about each-other and reached out their hands and with just one finger they crossed the border of the light and dark part of her room.
Her finger touched the top of his hand and he quickly pulled his hand back as if it had just touched hot metal.
Clearly he was cold as his breath created clouds of air that floated out of the darkness, but those clouds were the last she saw of him.
For days he did not return, she wanted to see his pearl eyes again, even if it was for just one more time.
She was asleep on summer night when he suddenly stood by her bed, the floor board cracked and she woke up, she looked into his pearly eyes and asked him if he was here to save her, he said he was escaping and she was free to come with him.
She heard the guards shouting and storming up the stairs that led to her room.
They barged in and she jumped out of bed, the points of their swords were pointing at them, she grabbed the metal hairstick from her dresser and handed it to him, he understood and pretended he was holding her hostage by holding it against one of her jugular vein.
They slowly walked backwards to the small window behind them, the guards followed them each step telling him to let go of the princess.
He stood still and she leaned up against him, the faces of the guards changed into fear and they lost grip of their swords which fell to the ground.
She noticed the hairstick was no longer near her neck and she turned around, he was standing in the window sill with two giant wings that had grown out of his back.
He grabbed onto her and held her tightly in his chest as he let himself fall back, he stretched his wings and flew up into the sky.
They flew high in the sky, high enough to fly over the great walls that surrounded the kingdom.
Its great King feared the world outside his kingdom, and the day his daughter was born his wife the Queen got assassinated, the King never found out who hired the assassin and feared he or his daughter were next so he locked his daughter up in a high tower to keep her safe from evil.
The King then began locking up all his enemies and people he feared so his kingdom would stay safe and after twenty years he was running out of space, and the only space left was the tower he kept his daughter in.
The king did not want to put his daughter in possible danger, his advisors advised him to start killing the dangerous criminals that were locked inside his castle, but the great king was greater than that, he could not be as evil as the people responsibly for his wife’s death.
And so the King began to use the rooms below his daughter’s room as prison cells.
His daughter had been living up in the tower for all her life and her feet have never touched a single blade of grass or a spec of dirt.
She never looked outside because it made her feel sad, she only watched the clouds passing by.
She witnessed the season changing into winter, a snow flake drifted into her room and landed on the wooden floor, after it melted it left a stain that vanished after a short while.
In his dreams he was as free as a bird, soaring through the sky going wherever he pleased.
All he wanted to do was escape, and wanted to go up to fly away.
And the more seasons passed, the more the wanted to be saved from her solitude.
Sun rays enter her dark prison room and rain was dripping from the window sill when she heard the sound of something scratching on wood.
The prisoner had been working his way through the wooden floor, to the princess it sounded like someone was coming to her rescue.
She sat in the dark corner of the room opposite to where the sound was coming from.
Day in day out she sat in her corner waiting for her hero to break through the wooden floor.
On a windy day in the fall, the sound finally broke through the wooden floor board that was between her armoire and the wall.
And after the moon had place itself in the night sky and shined into the room dividing it in two halves.
She could not wait any longer and got up and moved the armoire aside and saw two little dots of a faded white looking at her, they looked just like two pearls.
She heard the changing of the guards and quickly got back to her corner and didn’t move an inch.
After the guards were back at their post her rescuer crept into the room, he stayed in the complete dark side of the room.
They did this every night until they got curious enough about each-other and reached out their hands and with just one finger they crossed the border of the light and dark part of her room.
Her finger touched the top of his hand and he quickly pulled his hand back as if it had just touched hot metal.
Clearly he was cold as his breath created clouds of air that floated out of the darkness, but those clouds were the last she saw of him.
For days he did not return, she wanted to see his pearl eyes again, even if it was for just one more time.
She was asleep on summer night when he suddenly stood by her bed, the floor board cracked and she woke up, she looked into his pearly eyes and asked him if he was here to save her, he said he was escaping and she was free to come with him.
She heard the guards shouting and storming up the stairs that led to her room.
They barged in and she jumped out of bed, the points of their swords were pointing at them, she grabbed the metal hairstick from her dresser and handed it to him, he understood and pretended he was holding her hostage by holding it against one of her jugular vein.
They slowly walked backwards to the small window behind them, the guards followed them each step telling him to let go of the princess.
He stood still and she leaned up against him, the faces of the guards changed into fear and they lost grip of their swords which fell to the ground.
She noticed the hairstick was no longer near her neck and she turned around, he was standing in the window sill with two giant wings that had grown out of his back.
He grabbed onto her and held her tightly in his chest as he let himself fall back, he stretched his wings and flew up into the sky.
They flew high in the sky, high enough to fly over the great walls that surrounded the kingdom.
