Prologue

"WEEEE!" A red haired little girl ran through the kitchen, giggling exceedingly. Waiters and cooks simply avoided the tiny missile with trained ease, their expressions not changing in the slightest. Trays were lifted above her head, chefs took steps froward and backwards without looking down at her. At the end of the palace kitchen was the mother, who scooped the child up in her arms and swung her around. The woman was once very lovely, and the only thing keeping her from being so was her horribly scared and disfigured face. It looked as though a beast had viciously mauled it, and it was a wonder how her eyes remained bright and functional, the eyelids of which were thick with white scar tissue.

She looked at her daughter lovingly and said,"Okay tha' s enough, it's past yer bed time'!" She had a Scottish accent so deep and rich that occasionally people had difficulty understanding her.

The little girl groaned. She wasn't tired at all. "But Mom!-"

"No bits and buts bough' it. Off to bed!" She interrupted, her tone harsh and demanding just like her own Mother's had been when dealing with her rebellious antics.

The little girl dropped her head and sighed. Then she turned around and dragged her self up the stairs to her room. Maybe the longer it took the more time she'd have before being forced into slumber. The young girl peeked over her shoulder only to see her Mother watching her intently, hands on hips. The look in her eyes was enough to frighten the poor thing quickly up the stairway.

Shortly afterwards the Mother came in to the room, her gold trimmed, ash hued gown trailing behind her. "Good. I see ye listened to me this time." The mother sat at the end of the child's bed, which was like most royal childrens, large and soft. Stuffed bears littered the ornate quilt, which depicted the story of the war between clans.

The red haired girl was already tucked deep within the thick quilt, her hands clutching a witch doll, whose black button eyes glinted darkly. "Mother! May I have a storie?" The little girl dragged out the 'eeeee' sound in the word to try to make herself sound more important, however it just made her sound like she was wining. Albeit the mother smiled kindly, thinking of her well versed tales of past battles and clan history. "Ah ye wee lamb, ye have already heard all me stories."

As the mother started to get up the daughter panics, releasing the tiny bit of leverage she had in order to avoid sleep. "Not the one bough' the sun and the moon." The mom froze, her eyes wide and her words spoken in a breathless whisper. "Who told ye about theat?"

Seeing that she held her mothers full attention she shrugged, knowing the leverage was effective. "A wee little birdie told me'." The mother knew that yelling at her and demanding the answer like she would of years before would only make her daughter even more disobedient. So she sat back down on the bed with a sly grin and said,"ok, it's time yee knew anyhow." Pushing down any qualms she had about the memories.

This is the end of the prologue. This will be my first jackunzel/merricup story. I will try to post a few times a week. I'm not a very good writer and part of this account is to help me become a better one. The story will manly jackunzel with a little merricup. So if some things seem a little different that's because I am going back and tweaking up the chapters. I understand that this story is painfully old for someone to be bringing back, but I never planned on discontinuing anything.