Nokkun: well, once upon a time there was a wise little witch that lived in a tower far far away. and from her tower's peak she could see

all that went on as far as the eye could travel in a straight line and more so with her magic.
Kancchan: this one sounds fun
Nokkun: she was a pretty thing with ember hair and a smile that pushed one towards thinking about a cat or a fox, both crafty and

cunning critters of a unique disposition towards the world. and in their company she was often seen around her tower.
Nokkun: many travels pointed a finger and warned of the evil of one such as she, but the villagers had always know about the witch's

tower and the witch and laughed and said "not ours, dear boy, go gain your honor saving those who actually need saving"
Nokkun: and all were happy with things as they were until one day when a jousting match was declared. the king sought champions and

all the land was abuzz.
Nokkun: youths of the village went up to the tower and she gave them blessings and tips and advice of all sorts, watching in

amusement how many young boys rushed off for adventure. and even some girls of the most adventurous kind who knocked some lads

silly when they dared to jest.
Nokkun: and on the day the jousting started up in the tower she went and cast her eyes to the jousting grounds. the parents they came

and lay down a feast and all sat in wait and talked and laughed about the adventures their young ones were having and how lucky they

were to have such a friend.
Nokkun: and so the rumours had started as the young ones wins of the curious case of the charming young witch.
Nokkun: not long after this a young bold thing of a knight from some faraway land stumbled his way through the forest all bloodied and

beaten. he'd took a wrong turn and feel into the fray with some fay and none was too pleasing.
Nokkun: he had valiantly fought to the right, to the left and in the end ran cause nobody lives solely on being brave.
Kancchan: @_@
Nokkun: now as he stumbled unto the grounds, he feel 'neath the tower and so he was found, feverish and shallow in life and in breath,

no hope he was given. he was given to death
Kancchan: oh no~
Nokkun: the clamour of villagers broke her concentration and the sly little witch made her way from her tower. she poked her head in

through the middle of the crowd until next to the doctor she thoughtfully listened. beyond herbs and elixirs, that's where he was. no

hope with such arts...oh well, how sad.
Nokkun: a challenge, she thought right there on the spot. how wonderful it would be to do such a feat as to save another champion

from a fate so sad? she harried the villagers to carry him in and all those who dared lent a hand to cast the knight in.
Nokkun: the blacksmith he toiled to break down the armour, fused together it had been by the fay's blazing strikes.
Nokkun: and when the job was done, there he was. a small tender thing, it seemed, without all the armour. a fragile one in slumber as

her magics slowly worked.
Nokkun: deep through she went, seeking to mend not just body but spirit. to anchor all of him there while the body was mending, that's

what she attempted.
Nokkun: she went through memories, through stories and pictures. she blushed when she saw his courtly first kisses. she laughed when

he was dunked in cold cold water almost as loud as his brother once did.
Nokkun: by the end of the night, the knight was well saved and also well known to a certain young lass who styled herself a witch and by

others a friend and protector.
Nokkun: as the days passed, the young man slowly mended until he was better than all would've thought. better than before, if one

listened to him and the words that he said.
Nokkun: the blacksmith fixed his armour, the baker made his food and soon he was ready to be on his way. but he did not wish to go

from the town, he'd grown accustomed to the people, the crowd...and, more than likely, as old women would jest, he fell way too deeply

in the sweetest kind of dream for a certain figure that lived in the shade of the tower they all knew.
Nokkun: the witch blushed to think that such a thing was true. what need had she for a knight? for some hero? she was perfectly fine,

she just liked the company once in awhile. what was so wrong? she had put up with peace and quiet for far too long
Nokkun: it was not long that the knight knew the tower and slowly he learned of many little secrets. and not long before he found

himself saying "hey, what if..." and merrily went to make a surprise to please the young maid.
Nokkun: he did not know of her magic and no one bothered to tell him. let young ones, be young ones, that's what they said. and

laughed in amusement as they saw the young knight, bravely tackle the task of learning all sorts of trades to make his surprises and

gifts.
Nokkun: and slowly they matched until one day, the knight realized that he had to go. it was his duty to his king and country to go to

the joust and see where he was in the matches.
Nokkun: with the young witch's blessings and gifts he made it there fast and jsut in time for the start of the jousts.
Nokkun: he trained hard and carried her favour always tied to his arm.
Nokkun: he fought many duels and all he shrugged freely away, his mind was elsewhere and his sword was more than a match for those

that he fought.
Nokkun: the young witch she knew not of how he felt, as each day went by she simply saw him jest with his friends and talking and

cheering. he danced away at parties and dinners and told stories long into the day.
Nokkun: you see, while she could see far beyond what she saw with her own eyes, her powers did not match the same skill when it came

to her hearing and thus she had no way of knowing how the knight talked about her and jested with his friends how his knighthood was

over and he'd be an honest man. a butcher, a baker, or a candlestick maker, it mattered not since he'd found the perfect place to go

and see what life could do.
Nokkun: and then came the days when the jousts were almost over, the knight was a finalist and already he thought of how he would go

and return his lady her favour and ask her permission to stay in her company.
Nokkun: but 4 days before all was over, her favour he lost while out in the field. he looked far and wide while the hunt went on and

returned empty handed when full night had settled all over the land.
Nokkun: the young witch saw just that her favour was gone, she knew not how and thus she felt slighted. and still she saw him dancing

away and everyday seeming more joyous.
Nokkun: and fury took over her gentle sly soul for she thought how could he be so ungrateful, so uncarring...so forgettful
Nokkun: she went to her tower and with greatest of desire painted her revenge. the knight would win and the favour of the lady that

replaced hers was there on his arm. she knew not that each night needed a favour to fight, nor that the lady was a cousin that was

most dear to the knight.
Nokkun: there was also a dragon and a field all alight. there was once a knight and then there were ashes and embers for eyes and

black hair all ashes.
Nokkun: and on the day of the final, the young knight won and then all was done as the painting foretold. he was struck down with fury

by a rampaging dragon and no one knew why he was the sole target.
Nokkun: a mere week it was before a party descended from the town to the tower, their hearts beyond mending. they told her the

stories that all of them knew of her knight's dreams and hopes and his love for her.
Nokkun: slowly, her cheeks faded from ruby to a yellow as sick as that of wax.
Nokkun: poor thing, they all said, how hard this must be. she clearly knew not and how could she. they asked her permission to bury the

night and off they went leaving her alone in the night.
Nokkun: she thought and fretted and thought what to do. and thus she did not notice the flapping of wings, the perched new figure atop

of her tower.
Nokkun: the dragon spoke to her and asked how dared she use her for vengeance without her permission. the young witch was broken

and started to cry and the dragon learned why. now, as we all know, the dragons are wise and know what all others know not, even in

the magical arts.
Nokkun: and as she put the witch gently to sleep, slowly she took off and went to the place where the young knight was burried. her

claws dug deep and brought him atop.
Nokkun: the armour was melted, his flesh was a mess and slowly the dragon remade him. she took from the land, always asking, of

course, and gave onto him until he was as much of this land as the tower and the witch.
Nokkun: the dragon told the knight the story of how all came to be. she told him of the lil witch's jealousy and todl him to think and not

judge her hearshly for all young ones err.
Nokkun: the knight stormed away, not a word did he say and the dragon went off to watch while unseen. she'd not let them harm a hair

from the other, but she'd watch to see how they'd act.
Nokkun: the young witch could not belive the sight she saw, her young knight walking up to the tower. a demon, she thought and locked

up the tower but he was the land and he was the tower. all opened for him and so he went on until he reached the tower's peak and

caught up to her.
Nokkun: then he said his first words and carried on talking until the witch knew all that he felt and as the sun rose they watched it

together. her figure melting within his own arms and hug.
Nokkun: and the stories moved on of the witch and her knight who lived in a tower and had learned of true love and sacrifice, of

forgiveness and how to recover from trouble from a dragon, no less.
Nokkun: ~ Fin ~