Everyone knows the tale of the tyrannical Princess Riliane. The stories are known throughout the world, and equally known is her brother and servant named Allen. However, few know the story of Allen's, or "Len's," journey to the Yellow Country. No one knows the journey that he took through the Green Country,nor do they know his shared story with the fair Haku, and the trials that they faced together...
Len was finally in the Country of Green: the neighboring country of the Country of Yellow, where he could finally reunite with his twin sister. He lost count of how many times he had been rejected, had the door slammed in his face, and slapped. He was just ready to give up when…
"Please let me go!" Len turned to see two teal-haired boys pushing around a girl with white hair and a purple and black bow tying it back. Len couldn't see her face, but he was sure she was crying. "Please-just please let me go! I've never done anything to you!" "Freaks like you give our dear country a bad image. That's something," said the taller boy. The shorter boy, who was holding the girl by her shoulders, pushed her into the dirt. Now Len could definitely hear the white-haired girl crying. She got up, brushed some dirt off of her black and purple dress, and started running. She ran until she was out of sight.
Len, not only realizing that the girl could lead him to a house, but also seeing if she was alright, followed her. As her passed through the thick woods, he nearly caught up to her many times, but then she became out of reach. After a while, Len finally came to a small house. Even from such a far distance, he could hear the girl crying. Slowly, cautiously, he walked up to the door and knocked. The crying ceased, and Len could hear footsteps. The door open a crack, and as white strands of hair fell through, they were pushed back.
"H-hello?" The girl said timidly. Up close, Len saw that her eyes were red, and not just from crying. But as different as they were, to Len, they were beautiful. "Hello. My name is Len. This might be a lot to ask, but would it be alright if I could stay with you for a night? Please don't hit me!" Len suddenly covered his face defensively.
Yowane Haku stared at this blonde boy-Len, he called himself-terrified of something other than her appearance. Haku suddenly felt something in his aura. Something-something that made her feel safe, as if he was the answer to her prayers. "Of course," Haku said softly.
Haku slowly opened the door, gesturing for Len to come inside. The door let straight into the kitchen, where it seemed dinner was already cooking. Len's stomach growled and he remembered he hadn't eaten in a while. This made Haku smile. "Dinner will be served shortly. I guess I should…prepare a room." Haku turned bright red, embarrassed that she didn't already have a room set up. It wasn't like she got much company, anyway. Len nodded, the white girl's blush explaining everything. As Haku slowly backed out of the room, Len set his few belongings in the next room, which even though it was smaller than the kitchen, he guessed was the living room. There was a bookshelf on one wall and a chair a couple feet from it. There was also an old stool, which looked ready to break.
But what really caught Len's eye was the desk on the opposite wall and the paintings on top of it.
Len moved over to it and picked one of the smaller paintings. It was clearly done by a professional. Who else could have made such a realistic painting? It was of his hostess, but she had a determined look on her face. On the bottom it said, Y., Haku. Len grabbed a different painting, this one of two elders that looked like the hostess. Her parents, perhaps? And there was that signature again. Len grabbed one more. This time it looked like snow, with the hostess grinning and writing something in the crystals the color of her hair. There was Yowane Haku written in snow, and a drawn arrow pointing to the grinning girl. Yowane Haku, Len thought. That's her name.
"My mother painted that." A voice came from behind. Len jumped and turned to see a disturbed Haku looking at him. "I've always loved winter. At that time, everyone else is an outcast, while I look like nature itself." Yowane Haku sighed, clearly upset by the memory. "That's the last painting she made before…anyway," Haku changed the subject, "I made the other two. That one-" Haku pointed to the stern painting of herself- "-was painted in front of a mirror. I put too much thought into it, and the serious expression was put on the canvas. And that one-" Haku pointed to the one of the elders. "-is of my parents. Everyone says I look just like Mother, but I see more of my father, don't you agree?" "I suppose…" was all Len could say. Now he as staring at a large painting on the farthest wall. It took up nearly the entire wall. It was another painting of Haku, but in this one, she was majestic. Amazing. Fabrics of black and purple surrounded her painted image, almost as if of silk than mere clothing. In this painting, Haku was more than a beautiful woman.
She was a goddess.
Haku ran other with a sheet and covered the painting right up. She stood in front of it, panting, wheezing, as if it was a caged wild animal. "What-what was that one?" Len asked, bewildered. "A dream. A foolish dream. I painted it when my mind was not facing reality!" Haku clearly didn't want anyone to see the painting, and if it didn't clearly mean so much to her, she might've burned it on the spot.
"You dreamt of being a goddess?" Len blurted out. He blushed. If Haku had posed for that… "I dreamt of everything being alright. I dreamt of not being an outcast. I dreamt of being beautiful." Haku couldn't understand why she was admitting this all to someone she met about half an hour ago. It probably had something to do with this feeling that Len could help her. "You are beautiful," Len said. Oh, why oh why wouldn't the ceiling come crashing down on me? he asked himself. "Really. If people can't accept you're different, that's their problem, not yours. You can't blame yourself by being born the way you are." Haku blushed, but this time out of pride and happiness. Len really would make her life better.
Len smiled. Then he grimaced, sniffing the air. "Do you smell something burning?" Haku paled. "Oh, no!" Haku ran into the kitchen, pulling a slightly charred roast beef out of the oven. Now she blushed out of embarrassment. Len simply laughed, wondering if that would have happened a lot if he could stay with Haku longer.