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Heart
of the Tin ManTM
One knight, one warrior, one princess. Who will she choose?
Farren gazed out of the portal of the palace, her blue eyes touching over the green valley below. She felt a bit like Rapunzel, trapped within these palace walls.
It had been forever and a day since she'd been able to escape to enjoy her passion, which was nature at its best: the animals that played in the forest kingdom, the sapphire-colored streams, and the never ending sky.
She released a pent up sigh. It wasn't much fun being a princess. She should have been born a peasant for she would have been eons happier. Delayla was. Farren had met her when she'd been on a journey with father one day as they had passed through the forest. There had been a great need for water, for father had become parched and suddenly stricken ill.
The coachman had hastily located the thatch-roofed house nestled within the forest. It was Delayla's little abode; a comfortable, clean little cottage that wasn't much bigger than the Court Jester's large feet. Nonetheless, Farren had been very grateful to this young maiden, for once she was apprised of the delicate situation at hand, she directed the coachman to a featherbed located in a tiny room that fingered off from the core of the small cottage.
From there, Farren had worked her magic, masterfully tending to her father with the help of the precious herbs in her bag. She had a way with making people well; but being a Princess there were rare opportunities to put her abilities into action. The members of the Royal family found Farren's herbs quite mysterious. She had first began using them on sick animals residing in the palace stable. Word spread quickly when she saved Arial, her brother's beloved horse, bringing him back from the brink of death.
Afterwards, she had not been awarded with praise as she had expected. Instead, her mother and father ordered her never to use her magic outside the palace walls unless one of them was with her. They feared that she would be tagged a witch, and there was nothing like word-of-mouth where gossip was concerned. It was a bit like yeast when given water, growing quickly and out of control.
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