An interlude which tells of the loss of the princess's royalty
***Hippocampus: Seahorse***
The princess had lived in many places: The woods where she had her animal friends to play with, the mountains where she could breathe the fresh, clean air and ... the sea.
There was nothing that the princess loved more than the sea, so why aren't we going to pretend that the princess is a hippocampus (because that is what she is, after all) and look what happened to her under the surface of the sunlit ocean?
She had a friend. He was a fish. The princess was rather tall for a seahorse and the fish was rather small for a fish, but it was okay. They loved each other dearly and every day they would go out to play and they had many, many, happy and scary adventures together.
It was quite possibly the happiest time in the princess's life.
But the princess wasn't like any other seahorse or any other fish she knew. She didn't like rough games or sports. She liked everything to be quiet and she liked learning.
The other fish started making fun of the princess's fish because he was always with her. The fish who had asked the princess to marry him decided that he would no longer have that and started a gang with some other fish.
Their sole purpose in life was to beat the princess up.
Every day she would come home with bruises all over her body. They kicked her tummy, too, and sometimes it would hurt for many, many days after that. The princess cried every day and although her mama tried to help, tried to make it stop, the princess's teacher didn't do a single thing to stop it.
The princess's father didn't care a lot.
He left.
Sometimes he showed up, but almost always when he said he would come he didn't. The princess cried a lot about that. She loved her father and he had always loved her the most. Everyone had said that he had always wanted a daughter and that he had been so happy to have the princess. But he had found a seal to be with.
Eventually a mako shark started working at the school the princess was at and put an end to the violence.
This was around the first time the princess fell in love with someone and as always that changed her life. The country under the sea the princess lived in offered three different ways after elementary school: Just a basic education which would end after the 9th grade, a more advanced one, ending after the 10th and the best and most difficult one (especially in the school the princess was to visit) with 13 years.
The young prince she had fallen in love with had decided to go to the latter one and the princess wanted nothing more than to stay with him and so she followed, but he didn't love her.
Several years followed and the little hippocampus noticed that it would never be a princess. That this was meant for other girls, prettier girls. That even friendship wasn't meant for her because there was nowhere she fit in. She couldn't trust. She couldn't forgive and forget. She annoyed people just to push them away and not be hurt anymore. A few resisted. A few.
So she said goodbye to being a princess and put on a black dress.
The girl fell in love with another fish when the new millenium started. Never had she laid eyes upon a fish like this: Girly looking and guitarist for a band.
The girl's best friend fell in love with him as well and met him behind the girl's back.
She felt ... betrayed. She was angry with life and she quit studying. She didn't want to have to do anything with being a good and perfect student or daughter like she had been before.
This was the time when she fell apart with her brother forever and deep wounds that can never be cured appeared on their pale fore arms.
But a miracle happened: The guitarist agreed to meet the girl and they did. The happiness she felt ... how could it ever be expressed? Suddenly she wasn't the sullen one in the corner anymore, the ugly one, no, she had a date.
The guitarist invited the girl to his band's practice and she was only too happy to agree with this. She put on her blackest dress and went there in the rain, tasting the peppermint chewing gum in her mouth, feeling the rain on her long, raven hair.
And suddenly, as young as she was back then, she was in the middle of her friends' older brothers who were smoking, smoking weed and drinking. The princess was scared. Somewhere, deep down in her heart she wanted all these things. She wanted to be part of this and forget about our life, her self.
It didn't go well.
She never met the guitarist again.
She cut off her tail and stopped being a seahorse for good.
Then she had her first encounter with a creature that should follow her forever. Its name was Gelb. Gelb wasn't nice, but he kept following her around.
Her two best friends had grown closer and the girl decided to leave. If she wasn't loved, she didn't want anything at all.
Two years followed that were full of violence, anger, hate and fear. The scars that were carved into her body back then never quite left. It hurt. The teasing, taunting, bruising.
Her flesh lay bare for the world to see and trample on. She was bleeding and held her arms out for more. As bruised and battered as she was, all she could think of was the guitarist.
She wanted him to be happy.
He wasn't.
Drugs, insanity and a weak will had driven him into a dark castle over the sea and under the mountains and she wanted to free him, give him her love and make him believe.
But you can't. I can't. In the sea you are alone. Sure, you can love people, but you can't swim for two. It's simply not possible.
She fell in love a second time. With a girl who lived in a country far, far away. The girl would constantly ask if she was there yet, but she wasn't.
It was a happy and sad time at the same time and eventually it ended. It ended and the girl felt she couldn't go on. She had experienced what it was like to be loved for the very first time and then suddenly it was over.
She wrote a book about it, had a crush on two other people and she moved on. But it hurt. And it still hurts sometimes, in the dead of night.
Gelb was there all along, watching the girl and telling her to do some things she shouldn't have done. It was an angry little creature, craving for attention.
She was thrown into a dark cellar with a few goblins to torture her in ways no one could ever understand.
Well, time moved on and the girl fell in love with another prince.
They had great plans. They wanted to make the world a better place, change it, be part of it and ... all they changed was their friendship, perhaps.
The girl needed alcohol to stop thinking of the goblins and that was the beginning of the end.
~~~Is every girl a princess?~~~
The princess had lived in many places: The woods where she had her animal friends to play with, the mountains where she could breathe the fresh, clean air and ... the sea.
There was nothing that the princess loved more than the sea, so why aren't we going to pretend that the princess is a hippocampus (because that is what she is, after all) and look what happened to her under the surface of the sunlit ocean?
She had a friend. He was a fish. The princess was rather tall for a seahorse and the fish was rather small for a fish, but it was okay. They loved each other dearly and every day they would go out to play and they had many, many, happy and scary adventures together.
It was quite possibly the happiest time in the princess's life.
But the princess wasn't like any other seahorse or any other fish she knew. She didn't like rough games or sports. She liked everything to be quiet and she liked learning.
The other fish started making fun of the princess's fish because he was always with her. The fish who had asked the princess to marry him decided that he would no longer have that and started a gang with some other fish.
Their sole purpose in life was to beat the princess up.
Every day she would come home with bruises all over her body. They kicked her tummy, too, and sometimes it would hurt for many, many days after that. The princess cried every day and although her mama tried to help, tried to make it stop, the princess's teacher didn't do a single thing to stop it.
The princess's father didn't care a lot.
He left.
Sometimes he showed up, but almost always when he said he would come he didn't. The princess cried a lot about that. She loved her father and he had always loved her the most. Everyone had said that he had always wanted a daughter and that he had been so happy to have the princess. But he had found a seal to be with.
Eventually a mako shark started working at the school the princess was at and put an end to the violence.
This was around the first time the princess fell in love with someone and as always that changed her life. The country under the sea the princess lived in offered three different ways after elementary school: Just a basic education which would end after the 9th grade, a more advanced one, ending after the 10th and the best and most difficult one (especially in the school the princess was to visit) with 13 years.
The young prince she had fallen in love with had decided to go to the latter one and the princess wanted nothing more than to stay with him and so she followed, but he didn't love her.
Several years followed and the little hippocampus noticed that it would never be a princess. That this was meant for other girls, prettier girls. That even friendship wasn't meant for her because there was nowhere she fit in. She couldn't trust. She couldn't forgive and forget. She annoyed people just to push them away and not be hurt anymore. A few resisted. A few.
So she said goodbye to being a princess and put on a black dress.
The girl fell in love with another fish when the new millenium started. Never had she laid eyes upon a fish like this: Girly looking and guitarist for a band.
The girl's best friend fell in love with him as well and met him behind the girl's back.
She felt ... betrayed. She was angry with life and she quit studying. She didn't want to have to do anything with being a good and perfect student or daughter like she had been before.
This was the time when she fell apart with her brother forever and deep wounds that can never be cured appeared on their pale fore arms.
But a miracle happened: The guitarist agreed to meet the girl and they did. The happiness she felt ... how could it ever be expressed? Suddenly she wasn't the sullen one in the corner anymore, the ugly one, no, she had a date.
The guitarist invited the girl to his band's practice and she was only too happy to agree with this. She put on her blackest dress and went there in the rain, tasting the peppermint chewing gum in her mouth, feeling the rain on her long, raven hair.
And suddenly, as young as she was back then, she was in the middle of her friends' older brothers who were smoking, smoking weed and drinking. The princess was scared. Somewhere, deep down in her heart she wanted all these things. She wanted to be part of this and forget about our life, her self.
It didn't go well.
She never met the guitarist again.
She cut off her tail and stopped being a seahorse for good.
Then she had her first encounter with a creature that should follow her forever. Its name was Gelb. Gelb wasn't nice, but he kept following her around.
Her two best friends had grown closer and the girl decided to leave. If she wasn't loved, she didn't want anything at all.
Two years followed that were full of violence, anger, hate and fear. The scars that were carved into her body back then never quite left. It hurt. The teasing, taunting, bruising.
Her flesh lay bare for the world to see and trample on. She was bleeding and held her arms out for more. As bruised and battered as she was, all she could think of was the guitarist.
She wanted him to be happy.
He wasn't.
Drugs, insanity and a weak will had driven him into a dark castle over the sea and under the mountains and she wanted to free him, give him her love and make him believe.
But you can't. I can't. In the sea you are alone. Sure, you can love people, but you can't swim for two. It's simply not possible.
She fell in love a second time. With a girl who lived in a country far, far away. The girl would constantly ask if she was there yet, but she wasn't.
It was a happy and sad time at the same time and eventually it ended. It ended and the girl felt she couldn't go on. She had experienced what it was like to be loved for the very first time and then suddenly it was over.
She wrote a book about it, had a crush on two other people and she moved on. But it hurt. And it still hurts sometimes, in the dead of night.
Gelb was there all along, watching the girl and telling her to do some things she shouldn't have done. It was an angry little creature, craving for attention.
She was thrown into a dark cellar with a few goblins to torture her in ways no one could ever understand.
Well, time moved on and the girl fell in love with another prince.
They had great plans. They wanted to make the world a better place, change it, be part of it and ... all they changed was their friendship, perhaps.
The girl needed alcohol to stop thinking of the goblins and that was the beginning of the end.
~~~Is every girl a princess?~~~