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Hey there people. This is mysticaldreamsorceress. Hope you enjoy the story and I'll try to update as often as I can.

Chapter 6

Last time:

"You shall see." Mira replies to the group.

This time:

"The story is called The Swan Princess." Mira started her tale, but lets just skip to where she stopped. "With a final cry Derik calls out into the night "ODETTE!" but no one will answer his call." Mira says with a solemn look. She was looking at the group assembled. Many had started to gather.

"And that's your idea of a tragedy?" Asks the man who pushed the kids out of the way.

"The story is far from over." Mira replies looking at him. He was getting rather annoying.

"So why don't you continue?" Asks a young girl.

"Tomorrow night. You'll hear the rest tomorrow night." Mira says and everyone heads to their tent or wagon. Those lucky enough to have clocks realize just how late it was getting. Mira just had to remember to keep her listeners entertained. She actually never had a problem with that.

It was once again a bad day. Mira was just getting out of the wagon when the children found her and she had to finish her story.

"Alright. Derik waited and trained till the day he could get Odette back." Mira started and continued her tale. Many came over during this time and listened in. Clopin came over only to hear the end. "And they kissed under the moonlight and lived happily for the rest of their lives." Mira finished and watched as the crowd that had gathered were leaving to continue on their way. Many were sad till they heard the ending to her story. They seemed to cheer up after she was finished. Mira had that effect on people.

"You have a way with words mademoiselle." A man next to her says looking at her.

"Thanks. The children love the stories." Mira replies immediately not liking the way the man was looking at her.

"You must be careful, or you will put Clopin out of his job." He continues coming closer.

"What does he do?" Mira asks looking around. She was trying to find an excuse to leave this man.

"I have a puppet cart." Clopin says coming over.

"And your stealing our fans!" A small voice says. Suddenly Clopin's puppet appears. " I believe that's very rude! HANG HER!" The puppet cries as it points animatedly at her while looking at Clopin.

"Hush puppet. Please forgive him." Clopin says looking at Mira.

"Ah. I'm sure the children love to hear your stories." Mira says looking at him. She new how some gypsies could get when someone tried to steal their job. She was on a receiving end one time. She didn't want to go through that again.

"Mademoiselle. Would you care to take a walk?" The man from before asks.

"No. I have chores to attend to." Mira replies and leaves. The rest of the day was fine. Except for the fact that Aremis was declining anyone who asked for Mira's hand in marriage. He wanted her to make her own decision.

Clopin watched from the door to his wagon as the 50th man today was said no to by Aremis. He was amused that the caravan still had no idea he was the king. Although he had a feeling the girl knew more than she was letting on. She was smart, he wouldn't deny that. The only problem was he thought she was just to smart. She also had a way of hiding what she really meant, or felt. Her stories were different, and he wouldn't mind hearing more. Not that he would ever tell anyone that. He had both a wagon and a tent. This just proved he was the king. But he rarely went into his tent. His wagon had a design of both colors of magenta and indigo. The magenta was an outlining of his wagon. While the indigo was the main color. He also had some black outlining the windows and doors. His tent was of yellow and pink. The tent went with his jester clothes. It was about time for bed.

Mira awoke in the middle of the night. She had had another of her bad dreams. She hadn't had it for months now, but it was back.

DREAM

Mira was talking to her animal friends. Suddenly Rhahim came down and told her men were on their way. She looked over the ridge of the rocks she lived in and saw them. It was the group of men who killed her family. Suddenly before they passed her the leader turned into a great shadow creature and came after her. Her friends defended her, but they died in the process. Mira fled, just like she did when they attached her home. The shadow came closer. Suddenly Mira tripped and the shadow began to surround her. That was when she usually awoke.

END DREAM

Mira tried to get some sleep before she got up. Mira was still trying to understand why she had to cage Rhahim up. She promised Aremis she wouldn't let him out of the wagon. And so far he didn't mind. But she knew he would want out soon. Mira looked over to Rhahim and he looked at her with comforting eyes. He was always there for her when no one else was. Mira finally went back to sleep.

The next morning Aremis told Mira she was to dance today. So she got out her outfit. Marco was happy Mira was dancing. This meant he had a job also. He was the only one Mira had taught her dancing music to. It may have been only three of the millions of songs she knew, but he was the only one that could play for her. He remembered why she had taught him. It was because he didn't have any other talent.

Marco was waiting for Mira at his wagon. It was only three wagons down from hers.

"Hey kid. Who you waiting for?" Phebus asks seeing the kid standing there. He had come to see Esmerelda. She wanted to run 'wedding plans' by him.

"I'm waiting for Mira." Marco replies. From Mira's wagon he could hear bells. /That's her now./ Marco thought as he looked over to Mira.

Mira had on a dark green skirt that just barely covered her waist. It hung loosely and fit her body perfectly. She had a shirt the color gray that covered her breasts, and went a little longer, but showed enough cleavage that you could tell she was 'gifted'. It covered her shoulder's but that was about it. She had on a belt that had small bells about half an inch apart. Her top also had small bells dangling down. She didn't wear shoes, but she had an anklet with bells on it as well.

"Mira! I see your ready." Marco says getting up from his spot.

Phebus looks over and sees how his knew friend is dressed. "What do you do?" asks Phebus. The only gypsies that dressed like that were the ones that sold their bodies.

"I dance. And no, I'm not one of those." Mira says looking at him. Marco and her then left and headed for the streets of Paris.

Phebus told Esmerelda what Mira was wearing and both decided to pay her a little visit. Many of the single gypsies had the same idea when they saw her leave.

Mira was happy. She was dancing the dance of her people again. She was drawing quite the crowd. She was after all dancing differently. She was dancing slow and moved her hips in a circular motions. Her arms moved around her and above her different motions. She could see many gypsy men watching her, but knew she was safe because Phebus and Esmerelda had just walked up.

Esmerelda watched Mira and found her to be quite talented. After seeing Mira, her and Phebus headed off to visit Quasi.

Mira had had a good day. She was now just wandering around. She was close to the cathedral of Notre Dame when she saw a wagon surrounded by children. She walked over and listened to the story. She looked closely at the story teller and found it to be Clopin. /ah! So I was stealing his job./ Mira thought as she walked off still listening to the story of Quasi. Soon the day was over and her and Marco were on their way back to the court of miracles. She got their and was complemented on her dancing by many of the young men hoping to gain her heart. Of course she knew they didn't care about her. All they wanted was her body and her beauty. Though she didn't consider herself beautiful. She thanked them all and went to her wagon. While there she saw Clopin enter the court and head to his own wagon. Mira was a keen observer and noticed the coloring of the wagon. She didn't fail to notice how his jester clothes matched the coloring of the tent next to his wagon. When he came out of the wagon he was wearing colors similar to it.

/Ah! So you are the king! It all makes sense now./ Mira thought as she went to sleep. She needed to rest since she didn't get much the last night. But she couldn't help feeling like she had just discovered a huge secret, one that she had to keep to herself.

Many young men were worried that Mira wasn't at dinner. Aremis and his caravan didn't worry. She sometimes skipped a meal. Even though she had traveled with them for almost 3 years she still ate like she lived in the desert. She ate little, and he noticed she never ate meat. The meat she did take she gave to Rhahim. He felt sorry for the bird. He knew Mira would like to show him around, but even his own caravan still didn't know about him. He was a strange pet, and yet Mira treated him like a friend. She talked to him and even listened to him. Aremis was wondering if Mira had a talent of communicating with animals, but those he just thought as legends. So he just thought it was a way for her to keep her old life with her.

Aremis arrived at his caravan and saw Mira asleep. He did notice however that it was a restless sleep. He was up late reviewing the caravan's progress. He was having a hard time. He wanted Mira to find her true love. She had done so much for the caravan. Mira was almost 20 and she should be acting like the other women her age. Of course no one had informed Mira how to act. She tended to ignore all men that tried to gain her attention. She had even fixed up some matches that were strong. She seemed to have a way of finding her friends the right match. Mira just didn't seem to be looking for her own. Aremis knew that if anyone deserved someone it was Mira. He had a feeling that tomorrow some men would try to get Mira's heart. He went to sleep ready for an intriguing day.

Mira awoke to Rhahim flying around.

"No, Rhahim. I'm sorry. You can't come outside." Mira says to him. He went over to his perch and seemed to sulk.

Mira went out of the wagon and saw many gypsies walking around. /Ah, bad weather./ Mira thought seeing many gypsies coming in from outside. Apparently it had just started pouring.

"Bad weather." Esmerelda says coming over to her.

"Yep." Mira replies.

"Clopin's not going to be happy." Esmerelda says eyeing the entrance. She noticed a few gypsies began to move away from it.

"Why?" Mira asks looking at her.

"He's always the first one out. He'll probably be walking back from the other side of the town." Esmerelda says and soon saw Clopin enter soaked and heading for his wagon, he looked angry.

Mysticaldreamsorceress: Please review. I would like to know what you think. To Everyone who has reviewed thank you. I know my story hasn't been updated in a while, but i've finally graduated from my community college. I have the time now to get back in gear and write again. I will be finishing this story soon, promise.