Ashella's Alternate Ending

Disrupted by the sound of an uncanny knock, the prince swore over the bitter winter’s night in great frustration. The sound of his footsteps echoed against the golden walls, shattering the omnipresent silence as he trotted down the staircase, that were exquisitely engraved with flowers and vines. The markings of violence were etched onto the cold marble of the scored floor. The deafening wind pounded against the walls as if rebuking his foul words and as he approached the door an aromatic smell seized his nose as he yanked the portal open. A woman was loitering in the shadow with her wrinkly hands grasping firmly onto a single rose. The swirls of incense in the air was distinctive but he never realised that it would linger on with him for

“Thank you, Sophee.” Disappointed but not discouraged by his dismissal, she bowed and left his room.

The prince finds the maiden beautiful but she opposite finds him arrogant dismissing his pursuits. Things make a dramatic twist when suddenly at the rising of the full moon the maidens necklace begins to sparkle shooting light that transports her, the Prince, her cat, and the psychic to a realm behind a water fall full of beauty and magical creatures.

“Alexandal is under a spell. Luckily, El Krea was able to enslave his mind. And he is our commander, not our Lord Master. The Lord Master rewards failure with death. Are you ready to die, Lief?”

Aralia had been born pale grey almost all over. Now her coat was a deep silver colour with puffs of milky white fur at her neck. Her long nose was a blond colour too and showed up her deep brown eyes. Her hair was still a wiry cap but one day would grow to cascade down in silvery veils. M hounds have very, very long tails but, certainly, Aralia’s was truly amazing! She was young enough to let her tail fur loose so it flowed out behind her as she skimmed by all in her path— so fast it made Caty dizzy to watch her.

“The rest of us are sitting up here struggling to draw our pictures and shit, then your artistic ass come around and replicate fucking Mona Lisa!”

Without another word, Audra kicked off her shoes and ran down to the seaside. She lifted her skirts and marched into the waves up to ankle height. She shrieked at the sea water’s chilliness. Maxen stood a mere few feet away, right at the water’s edge, watching with care.

Rather than heading towards the Court used when she arrived in Camelot, tearfully luring Arthur to his death, the crowd swerved to the right and down several more corridors until they reached two great oak doors. The guards opened them and Mithian gasped in delight. Rather than the lower arched ceiling she remembered, this ceiling stretched forever into the sky, its windows sparkled with sunlight, making each pane look like a sheet of diamonds and at the far end, she saw two Thrones adorned with intricate decorations. The King and Queen were already seated, discussing something in low voices.

“Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to get to!” The king shrieked as he strut out of the room.

The two guards were to some degree pale in the face, what on earth was going on, they thought. "Hello.." Anahruel shouted, "I said whoosh." "That implies tumble down," whispered a voice, "yes and make it look great." Said another. The two brutes overly dramatic began to shriek and murmur, strolling bewildered, then essentially dropped dead. The two Guards still confused by what was unfolding. Two men bounced from behind the animals "Tada!" they said as one. "Uncle Vaundrial… Uncle Aelleon." Anahruel whyned, "the timing is all wrong, I'm never going to inspire prince Randal like this." "You truly want to awe the lad," Aelleon indicated, "acquaint Vaundrial with his sister." "Hey.." Vaundrial said in complaint. "dont go giving her any ideas." Anahruel's face gleamed in disclosure, "yes… " she said, "that's great." Yelled Galliel as yet rubbing her tummy, "then you could twofold date, lady aliza would be most pleased." Teased Phahruel. "Anahruel, come, wuickly now child." she proceeded before Vaundrial could say anything, "aunty Galliel was going to make us some more sweet buns." Phahruel did not move, she stood still. "Hey don't you hear your mother talking," Aelleon

At the castle, a group waited for the next tour to begin. They sat on stone benches, took pictures of the building and admired the water fountain. Before I knew it, the girl was sitting next to a family—a man, a woman and a girl of about ten.

The sorcerer watched silently as the princess approached him, glancing to her father and brother's with cautious eyes. He didn't need anyone trying to be a hero today. Viktor wasn't here because he desired to be, but Princess Gwendolyn was a prize too important to be left to underlings. The dark markings on his face seemed to shiver with anticipation as the princess walked towards him, his gaze turning to her as Viktor was finally allowed a chance to look upon the woman that had been promised to him. Princess Gwendolyn was indeed a beautiful woman, that he had been able to discern from his arrival, but actually being able to see her now, in all her royal splendor...a sure prize for any man lucky enough to earn her hand.

That same unfamiliar maiden to the Egotistical Lord, who had shared the carriage with had become friends, though mutual need, more through fate, and throughout the lands as special. Like the light of the dawn of a clear sunrise did the fair maiden realize the egotistical Lord words were told true and yet she had shown herself to be foolish to the one she had pledged her love, spoke of his importance, and yet took his word as a jest and of little truth? The fair maiden anger at her elder has begun for the breach he has caused. She no longer had her mistral, she no longer had agreement to wed, and she could no longer be at his side for he now had wish that all association with the fair maiden and her elder were no more.

But it still pained her to see him like this. It brought her to tears to see her friend suffering in silence, suffocating with guilt and watching him close himself off. The smile that he often had with her was nowhere to be seen, replaced with a mournful and sad expression. The laughter that usually rang through the castle was noticeably absent, and replaced with a cutting silence. She was

It was not my intention to make you wait." He sniffled out around the hands still gingerly rubbing his nose. The man was nearly bent in half as he grovelled before his master. Luckily the lord of the manor was in a decent mood and merely waved the pathetic human off. "Think better of wasting my patience next time. Now. Get. Out. Of. My. Sight." and with that the servant scrambled out of the room and nearly fell as he didn't quite get straightened up fast enough first. The thunk of his body hitting the floor outside the door was ignored as the white haired vampire slammed the door shut behind him.