Not so long ago, not so far away, there lived a little happy princess. She
was growing up merrily under the generous White King's love and protection. She
was living in a fairy tale of her own, A Neverland. The queen and the king were
so caring. They treated the little princess as their treasured little god’s
gift. They protected her from every storm and not to be stolen by any thief,
not to be looted by any robber. She was cherished by everybody. Her little
talents were so graceful that even the kings and queens of the neighbouring
kingdoms loved her, cherished her.
And then they lived happily e.....
Happily for a while. Until there was sudden demise of the kingdom. The
queen was taken away and killed by the demons. The demons were so horrific that
the little princess was traumatized. The demons were roaming around her. The
White King was scared. He did not want his prized little possession to be taken
away and murdered as well. So he ran away with the princess leaving his kingdom
behind, but promised himself to return again.
One of the neighbouring kings was very kind hearted and offered the
crownless White King shelter in his kingdom. He offered a place to the
crownless king in his own palace. The queen too was so generous. She took care
of the little princess as her own daughter for she did not have a daughter. The
little princess was happy again to find a motherly figure. She felt safe again.
And then she lived happily e... for a while.
The White King did not worry about his princess anymore. But little did he
know that there was a secret the neighbouring king hid. The neighbouring king
was actually a treacherous black monster in disguise. He turned to a dangerous
creepy scary beast occasionally, scarier than the vampires that roamed around
the kingdom at night, more dangerous than the werewolves of the far away
kingdom, creepier than the demons that took over the White King's kingdom. He
sucked souls out of little precious living beings of his kingdom. He took out
his wife's beautiful eyes and gave her fake vision so that she cannot see the
monster in him. He made his generous and kind son deaf and gave fake ears that
turn the screams of their kingdom into sweet songs. The people of his kingdom
called him The Black King. But The Black King was also expert in hiding his own
self very well in front of those who come to meet him and a master of
enchantment too.
Unacquainted of the fact, the White King went hunting the demons that took
over his kingdom leaving his little princess behind under protection of the
treacherous Black King. This was the time the Black King was waiting for, as to
grow stronger and stronger he needed a soul as pure and untouched as of the
little princess. But the little princess was strong and had a shield of
innocence protecting her, and above all was her mother’s love. So the black
king had to wait until the night he turned into complete beast and has enough
strength of taking the little princess under control. And finally the night
came. The black king completely transformed into his own self. The monstrous
black beast approached the little princess, determined to suck her pure soul
out.
The little princess was in her world of dreams, travelling with the birds
amongst the clouds. Then suddenly her dream became dark. It grew darker and
darker. Darkness engulfed her in her dream there were demons and monsters
dancing with black fire in her dream and she woke up only to find the darkness
in her dream coming true. She felt darkness crawling towards her and then she
saw the black monster. It was something she never saw even in her worst nightmare.
Its eyes were red, lecherous. Its touch was ice cold. Its coldness spread into
skin of the little princess. The coldness engulfed the little princess, her
face, her hands, her entire body was under control of the monster and then it
finally pierced into her heart. The Black King started sucking out her soul.
The princess felt she will die. Her whole body was aching, blood oozed out from
every part of her body. She did not know what was happening. She did not know
black monster she only wanted to cry out loud, she just wanted to scream, but
all she able to do was staring. Staring at how her soul was being sucked out,
tears came out, she could not breathe properly, she wanted to fight back, she
wanted to scream, she wanted to cut the monster’s head off but not a single
word came out of her mouth, not a single mussel she could move. And then the
monster was gone, satisfied with his prey he left the room, leaving the poor little
princess in cold darkness. Now as the pain was no more shame and grief settled
down. She wanted to peel her skin off. The shame was so immense that she wanted
to die that instant. She wanted to throw her heart out off her body for that was the thing the devil
wanted, a pure untouched soul, she fell unconscious.
Next
morning she woke up only to find to the horror of the night intensifying. Her
pain was nothing compared to the fear, the shame she feels now in her mind. She
closed her eyes trying to calm herself down, but she could only see those
greedy fierce eyes and feel the burning touch. Every part of her body and mind
was filled with the blood stench. She tried to wash away all of it. But the
smell of the beast all around her was taking control of her mind and body. How
could she wash away the fear in her mind? How was she to wash away the shame
instilled in every corner of her mind? How could she run away from the
nightmare she just lived? So she sat down in a dark corner of her room and
cried for hours. Her mind was stuck in the night. Hours passed but she did not
feel like the time has changed a bit from the night. She could still feel the
hands on her, the smell of the beast, the way her soul was being sucked. Her
tears kept coming out and she fell unconscious again.
Days
passed by, she fought with herself, she struggled. She was confused whether it
was just a nightmare or a reality. She did not know what to believe, the loving
king or the monster of that night. She did not know anymore if the night was a
reality. But how could the shame and fear in her mind be just a nightmare.
Sleep did not visit her anymore. Whenever she closed her eyes she could only
see those eyes, and that night came crushing down to her, she could hear her
own mind screaming. She had no joy and happiness left. She seldom came out of
her room. She could not stand the day light anymore, she felt like the light
burning her. She felt naked in crowd. She did not talk with anyone. She wanted
to be invisible. She just wanted to be with her mother. She wanted her mother
to hug her, comfort her and take away all her shame and pain. She was still
stuck in her nightmare.
The
Black King was now more powerful. The pure soul of the little princess gave him
strength like nothing before. His skills grew stronger; his mussels grew
stronger, healthier. His deception was so powerful that could even deceive the
gods. He felt younger than his age. The melancholic face of the little princess
gave him endless joy. The fear he saw in her eyes made him feel stronger, gave
him joy of controlling her life. He loved the princess for letting him suck out
her soul. The queen and prince were still blind and deaf enough not to know any
of this. But he was greedy, he craved for more power. He wanted to enjoy his
youth more. So one fine night when the princess was lost in her own nightmare
the Black King turned into the beast again.
In
the dark of her room, the princess was lying on her bed lost in her thoughts
when she heard the heavy footsteps. It sounded familiar, from some long
forgotten days, but she could not remember whose it was. She turned to see if
it was of some old friend or of her father, or may be god heard her prayer and
it was her mother, she wanted to be with her mother. Few moments passed, the
footsteps were close. She was excited to see someone near, someone close and
then she saw the beast. She was terrified; she could not believe her eyes. She
wanted to run away and hide, wanted to be invisible. But all she could do was
staring at the beast with intense fear, fear of being ripped off again. But she
could not do anything. She did not know what to do, what to think. She saw the
beast approaching her again. She stared and kept staring. She saw the beast
crawling over her skin, on her body. She saw her heart being ripped off again.
She saw her body being mutilated. This time she knew what was coming next; she
knew how her soul will be sucked out again, but she could not do anything but
watching the horror. She saw her body burning; she saw the beast’s venom going
deep inside her veins. Now all she could see was those red greedy eyes. She
forgot to scream; she forgot to fight. She just lay there staring blankly. And
the night passed, the beast was gone leaving the empty shell which once was of
a beautiful princess. It was no more the lovely princess; it was merely a
structure of flesh and bones. The days passed by but the horror did not stop.
The Black King’s hunger for power increased each day. Now he turns to the beast
whenever he wishes to and fed himself over the princess’ beauty. He wanted to
suck out whatever life was remaining in her.
Months
passed by. The horror continued. And then one fine day her father, The White
King, finally came back, broken hearted, again defeated by the monsters. He
could not take the revenge he promised himself. He wanted to see his princess
as she was all what gave him happiness. He now wanted to be with his daughter.
But when he came back all he saw was his daughter’s skeleton. The White King
was frightened. He thought she had a very bad disease. Many renowned doctors
came to cure her. But nothing could be done. Everyone gave up. Everyone agreed
that she cannot be saved. She has to die. That was what written for her. The
White King kept wiping day and night for his last treasure was to be taken far
far away from him.
One
such day the little princess woke up in the morning to find her father wiping
beside her bed. She saw the sadness she once witnessed when her mother was
taken away. She hated seeing her father this way, this broken. Suddenly she
felt a light all over herself, a light that can wash away all her pain, a light
that save her from the treacherous hands of the Black King. At that instant she
knew she needs to be queen, not a princess anymore. She needs to save herself
from the hands of the black monster. She gathered all her courage and left her
bed silently. She took the long heavy sword with what her father wanted to slay
the monsters. She will slay a real monster with this now. She will give back
the sword its pride. So she took the open sword in her hand and went to the
room the monster was sleeping. She saw the Black King looked beautiful and
handsome. He was asleep on his bed of flowers. His room had a heavenly smell.
For few moments she thought of the loving king of the daytimes. She loved him. But
then she remembered the touch of the black beast, she remembered her own
screams. She knew she has to destroy this monster if she had to live. So she
took out her father’s sword and beheaded the monster. Hearing the black king’s
scream all his guards came rushing to his room and saw his cut head lying on
the ground and the princess held a proud sword soaked in his blood. They knew
the slayer was the little princess. But the moment they took a step to attack
the princess, they suddenly noticed in the place where the head of the king was
laying, now there lays head of a deadly beast. Then they saw the body on the
bed of flowers is not there king anymore. It is some ghostly creature lying
dead there. They suddenly noticed the palace is not beautiful anymore. It was
full of blood and flesh. They could hear the screams of many souls. They
understood that the one they believed to be a generous king was a treacherous
animal, expert in deception. But they had doubts. How did the little princess
see it and not they? They were suspicious. Was she his companion? Did she tell
him to make this kingdom so miserable?
The
princess knew this was to come. She was ready to give them the answer. So she
pulled away the shield she had built around herself. She let them see her scarred
body. She let them see the prints of the beast’s hand on her body, her soul.
She let them know what was done to her. She stood there as the world witnessed
the treachery of the monster. She stood there with the open proud sword in one
hand and holding the head of the monster in other. She stood there as all the
people around her worshipped her as goddess of Power. She is now a complete
woman. She is now a queen. She is now a saviour.
And
then she lived gracefully ever after...
