The Short Stories of Miss.SunFlower

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The Midnight Well Part 1

This little sweetheart is based of dream I had, which is based off of the song it's named for. The songs is one of those that tells a defiant story, and it's one a I had a lot of fun with. So Enjoy.

The Midnight Well

I awoke to the sound of frantic whispering. That was odd. Whispers meant secrets, and secrets didn’t exist between my fiancé and myself. We had decided this early on. Any affairs of the state, be it at war or peace, was to be shared with both of us. I could not stand sitting in the dark as my husband ruled over the land. What ever happened we both were to know.
Then why was there whispering? Straining my ear, I tried to hear the words exchanged. It was a quiet mumble but not impossible to catch a few words.
“Another one.” “Last night.” and “Disappearance” Were heard. What on earth could that mean? I wondered in surprise. And why was it something he could not share with me? I was hurt, but by the words I’d heard I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask.
I heard the whispering stop and I wondered if he would be coming in soon. I shut my eyes quickly and arranged myself to feign sleep.
I heard gentle footsteps and after a moment felt his lips brush my own. Groaning softly I opened my eyes, as though for the first time that morning. He smiled gently, and I smiled back.
“Good morning, my love.” He whispered.
I blushed a pretty red. He had been courting me for years before his proposal but it still flustered me when he spoke that way.
“Good morning, Paul.”
“How did you sleep?” He asked me as I sat up and yawned. That yawn was real, as I was still quite tired. “Not enough?” He added with a raised eyebrow.
I giggled, “Oh I got quite enough, don’t you worry.” Standing up, I picked up my silk robe from where it lay untidily on the floor and slipped it on over my nightgown.
Paul’s continuous grin was making me blush, so without looking at him I turned to open the curtains of the large window entryway to my balcony. A balcony facing a gorgeous view of rolling forested hills, dotted with fields, as far as the eye could see. I knew t he view well, but it never lost its breathtaking quality.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Paul murmured, standing beside me. He put his arm snugly around my waist and with a gentle tug, pulled me closer to him.
I nodded and leaned into him with a sigh.
There was a pause, “Would you like a tour?” He added, his voice incredibly persuasive.
Still I had enough strength to ask, “Haven’t we toured the area before?”
“Not the towns or the villages.” He said, his voice almost a whisper close to my ear, I shivered. Whispering. It was impossible to keep any restraint when I was whispered to, and he knew that. He continued, brushing a strand of my wavy auburn hair behind my ear, “But all this.” This being the forests the beautiful scenery, untouched by civilization yet. I could not say no to that, whispering or no.
I dressed quickly, a navy blue gown with white trim. Even exploring the open, we were both royalty, this wasn’t a hiking trip.
A smaller carriage pulled behind a pair of beautiful white horses awaited. He gently lifted me up and away we went.

It was absolutely wonderful. The forests were thick, dark, and almost magical. Paul entertained me throughout with stories of dryads and fairies said to reside in such thickets of forest. I giggled and played along. While I knew nothing of such magic actually existing I enjoyed hearing him speak of it.
The scenery was beyond beautiful. Moss grew on every tree and very little light got through, and what did was subdued, like a gentle warm glow. But as the sun began to set the glow was beginning to fade.
When the forest grew thicker I noticed a field off in the distance. The evening light was fading but a certain glow surrounded it. Contrasting with the dark shadows of the forest. A forest that no longer felt safe. Maybe magic was real, and only came out at night. I shuddered to think of what could lurk in shadows. I leaned closer into Paul.
“Should we head back?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
I looked over my shoulder, the direction we’d be heading back. It was so dark, sharp shadows and little light seeping through. I looked back at the glowing field. Loosing a bit of myself in it, in it’s glow, it’s own light. Things seemed safer there. It would be better if we went there.
Paul followed my gaze, then suddenly his grip tightened on my shoulder pulling me, almost territorially, against his chest. Surprised, I had no problem with that, of course.
His other arm caught my chin, turning it so I looked at him, and only at him. At first I was almost saddened to see the field slip from view but in staring into his deep blue eyes, I saw safety in them, safety and love. Around his face I practically felt the forest lighten, loosing its ominous quality.
Without letting my eyes wander from him, he turned the carriage around. Evening light seeped through the thick forest, quite romantically, in fact. As the carriage pulled back to the castle, my home, Paul leaned in a kissed me warmly. Not bothering to wonder what brought that on I kissed him back, loosing all memory of a glowing field or conversations of magic.
I remembered again that we were to be married tomorrow. Just thinking of it made butterflies leap in my stomach. Tomorrow I would marry the man I loved so much.
By the time the carriage had reached the castle the sun was nearly completely set. Paul walked me quietly back to my room.
“Goodnight, my dearest love.” He whispered, pulling me into another embrace, “Tomorrow you will be my wife.”
“Tomorrow cannot come soon enough.” I softly replied.
“Pleasant dreams.” He grinned.
“You too.” I answered, stumbling to open my bedroom door. Neither of us looked away from each other as I backed slowly into my room. Even as I shut the door I stared at it, knowing he was on the other side, doing the same.
Finally, I let out a giggle and fell back against the satin sheets of my bed. What a day this had been! The last few days with my love had been spent with both of us quite busy in planning. It was so grand to be around him again, hear his gentle voice speaking to me, and feel his strong arms holding me tight.
I sighed as a changed into my silk nightgown again, simple and sleeveless. I pulled the matching bathrobe over and wandered out onto the balcony.
The sight from my balcony was brilliant. The millions upon millions of stars filled the night sky in beautiful mesmerizing constellations. I stared up at them, at the pure beauty the midnight provided.


This is just part 1 by the way....
(yesh, the prince's name is Paul. I'm not very creative, I know.)
 
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The Midnight Well part 2

I don’t know how long I’d stood there, or how long I’d have been content with standing there. It could have been hours, could have been seconds. But before I knew it a sound reached me. Not crickets or any nocturnal animal. It was manmade and it took me a moment before I placed it as music. Music far off in the distance, as it echoed oh so quietly in my ears. Like a whisper. I stopped paying attention to the stars. My mind was solely locked on the music, whatever the source may be. Something about it, it was so interesting so engulfing.
Something changed. While whatever was making the melody could not have gotten so much closer so fast, the tune grew louder in its echoing. The complex tune spun around me, as though whatever played it stood before me. No not before me, in me. As though the music was inside of me. It’s haunting tune flowing endlessly.
My mind and body were completely lost in song. It became evident that the music was a call. A call to come to it. Come to the source. It’s beat got louder with every second. It was impatient, whatever it was it wanted me to come now.
Unable to think of anything besides the call and the music I felt myself moving to the staircase of my balcony. The music continued its tune, pounding inside of me. I didn’t know where I was going, but that’s the last thing I was thinking of. My feat moved in time with the drum beat in my head as I entered the thick forest below.
I dodged trees as I wandered some direction I somehow knew it was leading me. I was barefoot, but I didn’t even feel my feet brushing the uneven ground as I was pulled forward. I knew with the thorny branches brushing against my arms my fragile gown was being torn and ripped and muddy, but I recognized neither the mud nor the branches hitting my skin.
It grew louder and louder then suddenly it cut short. I blinked as my thoughts returned to me. I knew where I stood right away, though it should have been my first time there, It was the field. The field I had seen earlier that day. I stood at the edge of it, and that same safe feeling filled me over. I wanted to go farther, I wanted to stay in the sweet smelling grass under the full moon and trillions of stars.
The sound of a water drop captured my mind. I was nowhere near a body of water, this I knew. I squinted in the bright moonlight to notice a black object sticking out of the grass. Not in the middle of the Field but closer to the forested edge. While I did not want to return to the forest the object interested me, and I longed to know what is was.
The closer I came the more obvious that it was a well. The bucket hung from a rope and dropping down into a stone encased ditch. I looked in to see my reflection in the water. Misshapen by the ripples that came with every drop. I hummed the tune that had brought me here, counting in time with every drip.
The dripping ended and as the final ripple smoothed out my reflection I discovered I was not alone. In my reflection I saw a dark figure leaning over behind me. I had felt no one come up! With a gasp a whirled around.

In the bright moonlight I could see the man quite clearly. He was taller than me, but not towering. He blended in almost completely in the thick black forest, as he was in all black, himself. His hair just as dark as his clothes, cut short around his face. His eyes were the lightest thing about him, in color anyways. I could see an almost sparkle in them, mischievous. He was remarkably, well, sexy. In that dark mysterious way I’d never thought I’d be attracted to. I guess I’d never really seen anyone like him to know that for certain. I certainly knew now, knew that I was.
Reluctantly, when he said nothing, I tore my eyes away from him. Only to notice he was not alone either. In his hands he held the reigns to a massive black horse with bright green eyes. I had noticed that either, for aside from the eyes it blended in full in the night. In surprise, I looked back at the man. He smirked.
A wave of panic rolled over me. Had this man called me here? Why? Was he going to kidnap me? Kill me? I wanted to run but my legs could not find the strength to move, much less run. I was able to back up against the well. Though, that wasn’t very good as I was now between a solid stone well and a potential killer.
His smirk grew into a gentle laugh. He took a step forward, bringing himself closer to me. My heart pounded against me as I could see him even clearer now, and, well, he was ever more intensely attractive than I’d originally thought.
“Don’t be afraid.” He said, his voice soft., but strong. Like it was a command. Don’t be afraid. And suddenly, looking into his eyes, I wasn’t. The last thing he would do was hurt me, that’s what that look said. My mind wanted to trust him. He took another step towards me, and no fear came. In fact I wanted him to be closer, this dark attractive man who seemed solely interested in me, as I was in him.
Another step towards me, he was less than a foot away now, the smirk never leaving his face. He held out his hand. I blinked at it then back at him. With the same hand he gestured to the black horse beside him. I must has still looked confused, and with another step forward he was inches from me. The look in his eyes was absolutely hypnotizing as he whispered, “Come away with me.”
Another not-question. I had no choice in this matter. Still, I asked, “Where?”
More laughter, sounding a bit more wicked this time. At this point it didn’t matter. He was too close, too entrancing to leave. I felt his brush my now messy hair out of my face. I shivered. “Anywhere.” He said, still whispering, “Everywhere. Come and ride with me into the night.” With that he gestured to the magical star filled sky.
I couldn’t fully grasp what he was suggesting as I could not think straight, his face so close to my own. But how that sounded. Oh how that offer sounded. Even if it had been phrased as a question, the way his soft whispering voice suggested it, there would be no room to refuse.
His hand dropped from my hair. He found my hand and took it firmly in his own. I felt his fingers twist around something on that hand. A ring. Within seconds I felt it fall from my finger, I looked away from him to try and locate it but with his other hand he caught my chin to look him in the eye. The look in them smoldering. Wordlessly, he closed the last inch between my face and his in a kiss. Thoughts of looking anywhere but at him completely disappeared right then.
Breaking away, he took a step back, pulling me by the hand. Toward his horse. I followed helplessly. Ready to ride away with this man, wherever it was he took me. I could not find it in me to care.

There was a swish of air between us and suddenly a sword was pointing at the dark man’s throat. For that, he didn’t look alarmed in the slightest. He shifted his eyes from me to look at the swords owner. I did the same.
The young man holding it looked so familiar my head began to spin. I knew I should know who he was, why couldn’t I remember? I began to panic. What was going on? He looked so concerned, scared. For me?
The dark haired man stepped back from the sword tip and pulled me closer so both his arms were around me. The man stiffened and lowered his sword, unable to use it with me so close to the tip as well.
“Fynn,” The man said, his voice nearly pleading, “Get away from him.”
Get away? I felt the dark haired mans tighten around me, like a shield, like safety. Get away? I couldn’t no. But he looked so hurt and worried, he must have cared for me a great deal.
“Don’t listen to him.” Both men said at the same time. A silence then whispered in my ear, the dark haired man continued, “Don’t listen to him. Trust me.”
“Fynn, my love, he’s lying to you. He’s going to hurt you, get away now!” His love? I was his love?
“You know you can trust me. Come with me.”
“Don’t! Please listen, and come back.”
My head hurt confusion. I didn’t know what was happening. Where was I supposed to go? Who was I supposed to trust?
The man brought out his sword again, looking nervous. He came closer and the dark haired man pulled me closer. With a deep breath he mumbled, “This is for the best, my love.”
And I blacked out.

I woke up, feeling awful. I awoke to the silk sheets of my castle bedroom. Fuzzy memories of the previous night flooded over me. What had I been thinking? What had happened!?
“Don’t feel guilty.” Paul murmured to me from where he sat beside my bed. He had my hand in both of his, and I felt my engagement ring back on it.
“Don’t feel- I nearly left you! I nearly forgot everything I loved and cared about! What’s wrong with me!?”
Paul sighed, a bittersweet smile on his face, “This isn’t the first time this has happened, love. It’s a thing known to this area. Gypsies like that.”
So many questions came to mind, “Gypsies?”
He laughed softly, “Kind of like nymphs or sirens leading men to drowning. Only switch the genders around.”
“Leading young women… and killing them?” I shuddered to think if he hadn’t come for me…. What would have happened.
“It’s happened more than once, we don’t know the women die, but never are they seen again.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Ignorance is bliss.” He said, still with the quiet laughter in his voice, “The less you knew the less likely you were to be a victim. It didn’t quite work.”
I hung my head, “I still feel awful.”
“You shouldn’t.” He said softly, bringing my hand to his lips, “It wasn’t something you could control. I know. And I know you still love me.”
“I do.”
“I know. As I love you, my sweet.” He replied, “And that’s all that matters.”
And it was.

And from that day forward, the people knew to stay away from the appropriately named Midnight Well.

THE END

Yeah, it's very short. But it was great craic to write, and I liked how I ended it.
 
Miss.SunFlower said:
This is just part 1 by the way....
(yesh, the prince's name is Paul. I'm not very creative, I know.)
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Paul and Ryan fighting over a girl again...:p...that's what i think of!:pGreat story Mags,exactly how i thought of the story.I even drew a picture of the song.

Shadow_Kitty said:
I like it! Now I have to go listen to the song... Ack I want that CD....
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ahhhh,but you have it.You borrowed it from me.:D
 
WOW!!!!!! Ryan's gettin' to luring away more girls, is he? *grins evil-y*

He's not my favorite, as I don't have one lol but he and George really REALLY grew on me on this most recent CD
 
Excuse me?

Okay I admit I like him the TINIEST bit more than the other boys. But that changes nearly weekly. When I first fell in love with the group it was Keith I was nuts over! Ot changes often...
 
did you say KEITHY?Really? wow.I never knew Mag's had such good taste!:p
but seriously,I love everyone except Damian.He just is not the cutie he used to be.i mean,he's handsome and all,but he's just.....more smuggish in his voice when he sings.its annoying.
 
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