//The sun was rising over the world, the faint light of the morning streaming through the windows. The windows were of a bedroom of a castle. In the castle was a young girl, writing in a blank book, sitting on her four post bed. Her name was unknown but most people called her the Twilight Princess. She looked up, the features of her face sharpened by the light. Her violet eyes peered about the room, looking for something. She sighed, getting out of her bed, and slipping on her gown. The gown itself was beautiful. It was the color of night, a deep, dark blue. Embroidered on it was stars and the moon at all it’s stages. The princess slipped her feet into two black slippers. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her long, earth-colored hair reached her ankles, in a long braid. She turned about, not content with her image.  After ten or fifteen minutes of this she gave up, and left her room, leaving the book on her bed.

//The princess was embroidering on a piece of fabric, obviously bored and unhappy. She excused herself to the bathroom, really heading toward the fencing grounds. She watched, intrigued. A young knight looked at her, amazed by her presence. (Not many princesses watch fencing practice, let alone walk on fencing grounds.) She leaned over a fence and gazed longingly. The knight walked over to her and handed her a rapier. "Would you join us, Twilight Princess?" She looked at the rapier and smiled, "Of course!" And for weeks she’d take fencing lessons, growing better everyday. But after awhile the king and queen caught their daughter doing this and forbade her to continue. (The tailor caught on after a while…) It was not proper behavior.  This made T.P. upset and angry. She set out on something else to do if she couldn’t fence.

//T.P.  didn’t have to search too long. She found cooking very fun and learned tons of recipes from the royal chef. But since she has been skipping ‘proper classes’, her parents found out and forbade her from cooking. T.P. didn’t give up yet! Oh no, she found something else…