[size=18]She watched, helpless, as her world fell apart.the marble around her window felt as cold as her heart.He is out there, dieing. she thought. Horses shericked, men cried, and swords clashed, yet her mind was silent. Anouther group of sliders rushed the invaders, lead by wise samuri.She could only stare out her window as husbands, fathers, and lovers ran to their death. she saw him, suddenly running to the palace.He is coming for me!Her heart quickened as the latch on her door opened.
" Princess Misaki! Good Morning," My companion, Aimi, opened the door to my quarters. I was in a lake of sunshine and silk purple sheets.
"Oh, Good Morning Aimi. What am i doing today/" I asked lazily. She didn't answer me.
- Title: The Trapped Princess
- Artist: Mekno Emo
- Description: This story is not finished. I am summiting what i have to see if i am any good. This is my latest peice about a japanese princess and her life. This is not real, so my info may be off and i am sorry for that. Enjoy! plz pm me your thoughts.
- Date: 07/17/2008