It all began...like this

A nine year old girl with cropped black hair sat there on the cliffside, holding a colorful kite. It was the only thing that was pretty in her house. She watched it sail into the air, the kite flew into the puffy clouds, right next to the castle. The castle of Camelot. The great kingdom that had taken her happiness away, ever since King Arthur had conquered it. The sunlight bounced off the golden pillars of the castle, basking it into a rosy golden glow. The deep green forests that surrounded it was like a protection shield. The girl sighed, balling herself into a ball, her back dress wrinkling. A strong wisp of wind tugged at the kite, losing her grip on the thin string. The kite flew away, despite the girls cries and tumbled somewhere beneath the cliff. She sighed again, losing her precious kite. Sitting there, the sunlight reflecting in her brown eyes, she closed her eyes, wishing to vanish. Maybe somewhere else. Like the past. She heard a rustling sound and knew it was her mother coming to get her. She waited for her shrill voice to scold herself. Expect there was no voice at all. Then what was the rustling sound?

She whipped around and saw a boy gaping at her, the colorful kite in his hand. She widened her eyes and immediately stood up, neither knew what to do. The boy had flawless skin and golden curls framing his face. His sky blue eyes stared at her. He looked around the same age. She looked down at the ground, the back at the kite.

"Thats..mine"

The first thing the girl did was glare at the boy, narrowing her eyes and holding out a hand. The boy spooked hesitantly crossed towards her and she took the kite with trembling fingers. She could smell the expensive shampoo and whatnot the boy used. He must be rich? A Lord's son?

"Um..I'm Prince Tedros of Camelot"

The boy held out a hand, his palm flat out. The girl refused to break her pose. He was a PRINCE?! Fine, fine, she wouldn't gave a hog's behind about him.

"I'm Agatha"

She muttered, crossing her arms. The boy nodded, his hair shagging over, he didn't seem insulted at all.

"You must be a villager! Galvadon right?"

Tedros grinned at the girl. The girl still inaudible, nodded. No words were spoken.

"Uh..I'll guess that I'll...see you around"

The boy muttered before crossing down the path. Leaving the girl with the kite...alone.