part 1: tiny little windmills

I think you should tell me a story...
About how the wind blows through my life and my soul.
I think you should tell me a story...
About the life you want to lead and the prince you need to save you.
I want you to tell me a story...
About the prince who fell off his steed and how the princess was there to catch him

I need to hear a story..

A story about a heroic princess

Because I don't think the prince is coming.




There once was a princess who lived alone in a giant castle. She had no maids or knights, no country men. So she was the ruler of her life and her heart and she was self appointed.
She spent her days tending the garden and working the farm and the land. She took great pride in her kingdom although she was the only one who lived there.
Every day she would walk down into the valley and talk to the wind. She would let it read her heart and it would give her advice and keep her company. Sometimes when the wind was feeling jovial it would let the princess ride on its back and it would show her around the countryside and the nearby villages. Sometimes when the wind was feeling less than jovial it would blow so hard that the princess would be swept up and taken back to her castle.
Now, being the ruler of ones heart can be a difficult and grueling task, however the princess was living in isolation from any sort of heart confliction and therefore often forgot that her heart should need tending at all. The wind never forgot this though and often worried that if the princess left her heart untended it would wither and die, taking the princess with it. The wind knew the princess often found the company of others unbearable and frustrating as she spent the majority of her time in quiet solitude. The constant chattering of her kinsmen had begun to drive her to distraction and eventually she had withdrawn entirely, growing her own vegetables and grain in her kingdom, rather than visiting nearby villages.
One afternoon, as she sat with the wind in the valley the princess began to scream. The wind, who had never before heard the princesses voice, was deeply disturbed and did not understand what was happening to his princess.
The princess screamed and screamed, the sound of her voice echoing through the valley until at last she collapsed in a heap. Her voice drained, screamed away into the mountains that surrounded her, screamed away into nothingness, never to be heard again.
The wind decided it was time to do something, she needed help, she needed companions, she needed to be human before she screamed herself away into nothingness, until she screamed herself away into the wind.
So he left.
The princess visited the valley every day and every day there was nothing, not even the smallest breeze. Left alone in the gigantic kingdom without so much as a creaking door for company she began to make tiny paper windmills, she would carry them down to the valley and stick them in the ground, watching fascinated as they stood motionless.
Months passed, and the valley stood silently, covered in the tiny unmoving windmills the princess had made.
She wept her silent tears daily. Afraid that her only friend had left her for good. Confused about what she might have done to drive him away. She had lived alone her entire life but had only just discovered what is was like to feel loney. Her heart and soul were empty, she didn't want to be a princess anymore. She stopped working in her garden and stopped looking after the animals. She stayed inside the castle all day, sleeping and dreaming of a better place. The kingdom was in disarray.



to be continued...