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Captive Heart
Once upon a time, there was a lovely princess living in a secluded tower. She spent her days crying of loneliness and unfulfillment. Her heart was broken and she was so alone. Not even the stars in the midnight sky could bring her joy. She longed for love and the touch of a strong and dominant Man.
The tower she called home was guarded by a cruel and vicious troll who was in the employment of the evil King Matthias, who watched her every move, and allowed her no freedom. Each and every day, the troll would bring the Princess a spool of silver thread, and told her that King Matthias ordered her to weave the threads into a magnificent cloak for Him to wear. The thread was sharp and biting, and the Princesses' fingers would bleed as she meticulously did the bidding of the Evil King.
One beautiful spring day, the Princess stepped out on her balcony, and gazed out into the beautiful blue sky. She raised her voice in song, and it was as if a million silver bells were chiming, for her voice was pure and magical. In the distance, a Man was hunting with His posse, and He heard the Princess sing. The entire posse stopped in their tracks, and even their horses pricked their ears to hear her beautiful voice. The Man turned to His friend, and said "find that voice, and bring her to me." "Yes, Sir Onyxxx," the man said, and off he rode, leaving a trail of dust behind him.
For two days, the man rode, until he came upon the tower. He saw the evil troll working in the garden, and saw the beautiful princesses' silouette as she sat in her tower room, weaving the silver threads. The man approached the troll, and suddenly found he was frozen in his spot, as the troll looked towards him, and released a parylizing ray upon him. The princess heard the sickening sound of crackling fire, and looked out to see a ball of fire in the field, and the troll was laughing in glee at the sight. The chill of gooseflesh rose upon her arms as she looked at the gruesome sight. As the tears of sorrow flowed down her cheeks, she realized that the savior she was praying for was once again defeated by the evil troll. She feared she would never escape the tower, and she wept until a pool of silver tears lay at her feet. The princess grew more despondent as day turned to night, and she fell into a restless, dreamless sleep.
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< Message edited by subbella -- 6/16/2005 10:23:17 PM >
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