About

Arabelle Virgata an adoptive daughter of a rich couple who has been slaughtered by the thieves who looted their mansion. She has been chased by one of them and almost got hit by a truck but unexpectedly a Magical Portal appears and absorbs her. She was teleported in the other dimension and there she met the most distant, vigilant and introverted Prince Aegolus Flammeus who had been cursed and turned into a huge predatory bird called "Owl" by a wicked Guardian Mirabela. Arabelle was declared as Priestess, to be able to go back to her world she must complete her task; break the curse and defeat the evil guardian. The two joined hands, together with their new found friends. But... After facing lots of difficulties they've been through and possibilities of prospering romantic feelings, will Arabelle choose to go back home and leave everything including her friends and Prince Aegolus?

Chapter 1 The Beginning

"A sharp pointed arrow aiming at a white as snow Scandiaca Owl Bird flying across the pantone cerulean blue sky, it strikes into the bird's right wing lesser coverts, causing it to drop like a stone.The young man hurriedly rode his horse in the area where the bird had crashed, only to be startled by the sight of an injured young woman holding the arrow he once used to hunt the bird.

"Are you the owner of it?" her tone was full of hatred. She showed the arrow before snapping it in half with her left hand alone.

The young man quickly rode off to his horse and grabbed his handkerchief and ignored her words. "My apologies,I didn't mean to hurt the Guardian of Birds... Scandiaca," he expressed his regret.

The young woman's rage was replaced by astonishment as a result of the concern shown. The man approached him and bandaged her right arm wound with a handkerchief.

"I hope you don't mind," he said politely. "My name is Aegolus, second son of King and Queen Flammeus." "Could you tell me what the name of the Great Scandiaca is?" he asked.

The entire atmosphere fell silent, before the beauty replied, "Mirabela." The young man looked at her, and they both stared at each other. Mirabela smiled as she looked away, and the young man grinned back as he kept bandaging her wounds.

They have always met in the thick forest every morning since that day, and they have grown closer to each other. There are times when they compete in small animal hunting, river fishing, and horseback riding. When night falls they secretly meet in the prince's hidden hideout near the palace garden. Until one night, when they were gazing up at the dazzling stars. Mirabela asked, peering up at the sky, "Aren't they beautiful?" Prince Aegolus turned to her, her eyes flashing like stars, and the prince saw the maiden's entire beauty reflected by the moonlight.

"Yes, she's so beautiful," the prince mumbled.

"She?" the beauty inquired, turning to face the prince, who was staring at her; she couldn't believe he was talking about her.

To evade her gaze, the prince gazed up at the sky. "M-mira, I've been waiting for this uh opportunity for a l-long time," the prince stammered. "I can't sleep well at night because I'm thinking about how I am supposed to say this to you." He lay on the grass, his arm covering his eyes as if he were sleeping. He screamed, "Mira! I've loved you for so long!" He removed his arm when he felt someone covering his mouth.

"You don't have to shout; it's already late at night; perhaps the guards will see us," she murmured shyly, her face flushed, "Aegolus, I do feel the same way to you," Mirabela said hoarsely, her voice shaking with excitement.

"When I become King, I promise Mirabela, I will make you, My Queen, we will be together for life, I will not let anyone hurt you, I will protect you because I love you so much," the prince said, kissing the girl on the forehead.

"I know," Mirabela said minimally before squeezing her face into the prince's chest.

The day of the coronation to be the next king had come, many people attended. The King, Queen and the Princess of the Kingdom of Virginianus also attended the said occasion. King Leopold declared that the next King would be Prince Aegolus, who in turn was approved by the Great Scandiaca, all rejoiced except one man." Ochracea cut the story, an Ocher-bellied Bobook. It was perching on a pink bedside table next to a child's bed to the right.

"Who?" little Arabelle inquired, her eyes wide with wonder.

The owl tilted its head looking at the lovely youngster, who had white wavy long hair, compassionate hazelnut-colored eyes, and its skin hue, which resembled the purest snow. "If you lie down and close your eyes, you'll know," Ochrachea suggested.

"Is this correct?" the girl asks as she lies down with her eyes closed.

The owl had a small giggle at the toddler and began singing a tune. "Little owlet weak and frail, searching for its own trail, little owlet tries to fly, shall it succeed or shall it die; world is full of mystery, mystery full of tragedy, little owlet tries to fly, now it's flying, flying so high," it ended the song as the child fell asleep, slowly walking to the other side of the table near the window, giving it one last glance before flying out.