The prince's waltz Part I

She'll never make it to heaven.

It begins… Our kingdom is situated on top of a large cliff; at the bottom were thousands of jagged rocks and a white sandy beach. We were a kingdom surrounded by an ocean, but we were not an island. It was a death fall if one were to ever fall. Sometimes the other boys and I we all made bets to see who would make it to the bottom first if we all were to jump. I said id be the first to go since I was the lightest, but someone always had a reason for why they would beat me. I was only five at the time and I didn’t know physics that well. Of course we never did get to see who would make it to the bottom first our mothers would grab us by the arms and smack us hard, telling us “No it’s dangerous! Don’t even play up there!” That never stopped us from dreaming however. I remember the afternoon of my sixth birthday I went outside to see a fair maiden looking no older than sixteen standing at the edge of the cliff near out kingdom. I was going to call out to her, but her beauty had me taken. I was breathless by her image alone. She was in a long flowing white gown that draped over her feet I could see no visible curves or contours of her body. It looked as though it was one o those white mourning gown of our people. I didn’t seem to notice or care, but her long brown hair blew in the high sea breeze. High tide was going to be coming in soon as the waves crashed against the beaches. I walked towards her slowly step by step before she suddenly ran towards the very edge. I raised my hand as if to silently say ‘Stop’ But she disappeared. It had me baffled for a minute or so before I realized that she had jumped! She had jumped right off the cliff and no one seemed to notice or care, I was on the only witness! I watched as she fell…she was silent and she fell fast hitting the rocks with no noise. I wanted to see if she made it down okay. I was young and naïve thinking that maybe she’d still be alive. I made haste down to the beaches and found her body on the jagged rocks below. The stones penetrated her fragile human body. She didn’t survive. I looked at her, like a fallen angel who missed the ground from her cloud above and fell in a roast pit for demons. Her flesh was dripping fresh blood onto the sands, her arms almost in a Christ like pose from where the ligaments had torn they were extended outwards. Her brown wide eyes looked at me as if to beg for help in some way. A large jagged rock was supporting her body upwards it looked like she was caught on them now. As I stared at the fallen angel before me I wondered what I should have done…left her for the birds or try and help her? She wanted me to help her; yes I could see that I could plainly see it. I walked over to her and tried to pry her off the rocks, but I was just too weak. I did the best I could to try and push her body up so that the rock was glided out of her body it was too late…she was too heavy and she slid back onto the rock. It took me an hour but I managed to get her body pried off the rocks her arms had come too soon and they needed to be reattached. I thought quickly and returned back to the castle. I was determined to fix this angel. She would have arms once more and her wounds they needed to be fixed. The angel…she must be perfect. I ran back down with a small sewing kit. Thread and needle. I hadn’t learned to sew very well but I can sew simple stitches. I picked up the first arm and looked where it came off. The skin was completely torn off id have to make her skin more tightly sewn on since so much was torn off already. I made sure to get thick needles so that I could easily pierce through the angel’s flesh. It took me another hour before I reattached her arms. They were poorly done but she had arms.  My hands were covered in fresh blood and her dress was ruined too. I felt nothing but remorse for my beloved angel how she had to sit in a stained dress. I tried to move her to lean against a wall so she could look out to the sea she was now away from the rocks and we could enjoy the sea and the tides coming in. I sat down and snuggled up next to her. “You’re quite beautiful.” I told her as I ran my hand though some of her bloody hair. Her face hadn’t been damaged at all, just her mouth had begun to bleed and her lips were red. Her eyes still looked fresh. Ah, she had been crying… “It’s a shame you’ll never make it to heaven.”

Author's Note

Not concerned about the grammar.