Once, long, long ago in a place called Happyhappypeopleplace there lived a lady by the name of Lady Attlebay. Lady Attlebay was, in fact, so ladylike that her first name was Lady. She was by no means an old lady, though one would not call her young either. Though, truthfully, no one really knew her age. She lived all alone in a large mansion on Golden Springs Hill where unicorns and bunny rabbits frolicked in the fields. No one knew why she lived alone. She wasn’t a beautiful woman, not to say that she was ugly, but she had never been married. Her hair was a mass of mossy brown and her eyes were a sparkling blue color. They were warm and kind, even if they led to a mind that was a bit slow.

One day, Lady woke up. This was not an unusual occurrence, but the following day was. When she woke up, she went to open her window, then to comb her hair. She smiled at the mirror as she noticed that she was wearing her favorite gown. Oh the little things in life.

After that was done, the kind woman walked down the stairs to eat breakfast. Every morning the cook, Eliza Marigold, would fix her a well-balanced meal consisting of toast, orange juice, an egg, some breakfast cereal, and a golden daisy. She did not eat the flower (it was there only to bring a smile to the Lady’s face), but devoured every last crumb of the other. After that, Eliza would leave to return home and Miss Attlebay would be all alone.

After her breakfast, she went out on the lawn where she read tales to the children of Happyhappypeopleplace and offered rides on the friendly unicorn (the rabbit was a bit too small to offer rides on, unfortunately). The children would laugh and play as she read them stories, spinning tales of knights, dragons, kings, queens, and damsels in distress. But soon, too soon in fact, lunchtime would come and the children would have to leave. Lady never ate lunch, saying it would harm her slim figure, but would instead nap under the hanging boughs of a willow tree while the bunny and unicorn frolicked. Usually, she would awaken in time to sing to the birds and swim with the fish, but to day she overslept.

When she awoke, the smiling sun was setting and night was descending quickly. Lady Attlebay did not like nighttime, seeing as it was a time for bad people and dark things. So, the little lady hustled inside where Eliza had prepared her meal.

She ate the salad and soup, inhaled the salmon, and cleaned her chocolate cake. Now she was ready to settle down in front of the fire with a good book and a purring cat. Unfortunately, just as she was slipping into her favorite gown and slippers, a knock sounded on the door. She finished dressing before rushing down the stairs to answer the hurried knock.

In the door was a young man dressed in black traveling clothes. His hair was a golden blonde and his eyes were green. A cold, mean, cunning green. But Lady Attlebay, as I have said, was not that quick.

“Good evening to you, wayfarer. How may I assist you?”

“If it would suit milady, may I have a room for the night? The inn in town is full.”

“Oh. me think.” And think she did. One could almost see the dusty cogs turning slowly inside her head. She would have thought much longer had the young man not given a slight cough. She shook her head before replying, as if shaking of those nasty side effects of thought.

“Well, I guess so. Come on in,” she answered with a smile. He smiled back and entered the room. She led him into her living room and sat down. “What is your name, young man?” she asked when he had been seated.

“Eliah Mason, milady, and under who’s roof might I have the opportunity of sleeping?” He asked with a smile.

“Lady Attlebay. AND where might you be from?”

“Angryangrybadplace,” he said with a saddened look.

“Oh.... The people there aren’t very nice,” she said with a tsk.

He shook his head. “Which is why I had to leave. Now, I am very tired, could I go to my room now?”

“Give me only a moment to make sure it is ready.” Lady raced up the stairs and entered on of the room. Pristine covers and a well-fueled lamp were present, as well as some extra quilts for cold nights. She showed him to his room and left him to go curl up with a purring cat and a good book.

Lady Attlebay read long into the night. So long that the clock had struck midnight before she climbed the stairs. But climb them she did and headed for her room.

Before she could reach the door, she heard muttering coming from Eliah’s room. Afraid he might be having a bad dream, she rushed to the door to check on him. A couple of knocks, but the muttering continued. Almost a chant. She knocked again. More talking. Again. Nothing. Suddenly, there was a loud crack and a white flash, the Lady Attlebay fell asleep, or so she supposed.

Loud voices woke her up from where she was sleeping on the floor. She climbed out of bed, finding it odd that she had not fallen asleep in her bed, and opened the door where she found something even odder. She was not in her room even. She was in the young man’s. Furrowing her brows, she tried to think, but that delicate process eluded her.

Suddenly, loud footsteps sounded on the stairs. “You won’t get away this time Eliah!” yelled the man in the lead.

“What?” she questioned, fearing for her guest as well as herself. What if the young man was dangerous?

Instead of rushing past her, as she had figured the angry group of men would have, they surrounded her.

“Ye’ll be doin’ no more of that dark magic now, Eliah,” said the lead man.

“Sir,” she began, aghast, “this is no way to treat a lady!”

The man laughed, eyeing his cohorts. “Lady, eh? I’m afraid that disguise isn’t as good as you thought.” The group of men grabbed her and led her down the stairs. They passed the hall mirror and for a moment, she was staring herself in the eyes. Then, that image faded and was replaced by Eliah’s scared visage. She, or he, almost fainted, but fortunately not. It wasn’t until she saw herself looking at her as the men dragged her out that she fainted. And the new Lady Attlebay’s eyes laughed. Those cold, mean, and cunning green eyes.

A/N: Thanks go to Jitter-Bo, my stupidity muse, for this story. I like it and hope you will. It isn't that great, but it was fun. Now, for any of you wondering why I didn’t use this time to write on 11:59, it is because I am a bit stuck now and needed a break. I promise it will be up on Saturday/Sunday though. Well, I think you all know what to do now. Just click that little review button and make my day!