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Parables: My Fairy Tale |
Posted by
Psychopixi on Saturday, September 06, 2003 - 12:03 AM PST
Once upon a time in a land far far away, there was a beautiful young princess, with long blonde hair and eyes of sapphire (because this is a fairy tale after all, and that’s the way it is in this sort of story). She was loved by all the people of the land, who admired her honesty and justice, which she had inherited from her father, the King. As is the way with fairy tales though, all was not perfect in the land. The princess had an evil stepsister, who was the bane of her life and who was feared by the people. They knew that she was a wicked witch, who caused trouble amongst the people of the kingdom. She would curse their flocks, and cause them to get ill and die. None of the people dared to anger her, because her evil spells would render their women barren and no children would be born to them.
As time progressed in the kingdom the princess and her stepsister grew older and as the princess grew she became more and more beautiful. Princes would travel to the kingdom to court her and seek her hand in marriage, however none were successful. As the evil stepsister grew she became more and more feared. She rarely left the castle, and those who had seen her on her outings had told tales of her ebony black hair, and ominous dark clothing, unbefitting a lady. The elderly king was frail and ill, and on one dark and stormy night (the appropriate weather for a death, or so I am told) he made a final request to the princess and the people of the land – that though the princess would ascend the throne when he died, the wicked step sister would always be allowed to live freely in the castle, or the city should she choose it. With those final, fateful words the light faded from his eyes and he lay dead. The people were horrified to hear the king’s wish, but they were loyal and faithful to him, and to his daughter after him and so they left the stepsister alone. The beautiful princess matured into a graceful and regal queen and reigned with benevolence over the land while her sister stayed in the highest room, of the tallest tower, concocting her malicious spells. One day a young and handsome prince came to the land, seeking the hand of the young queen in marriage. As all princes before him he went to the castle and sought an audience with her majesty bringing with him lavish gifts of gold and silver, and fabric fit to make a gown for the richest of queens. As all princes before him, the queen turned him away. The people watched out for him to leave, but as always the prince was too embarrassed by his failure to show his face. Of course, the people were only human, and humans have a bad habit of gossiping. By then all sorts of rumours were in circulation – the prince never met the real queen, her sister turned him away before he could meet her – the sister was jealous of her sister and so turned all the princes into toads – the fair queen was made ugly by her evil stepsister and so, rather than let the princes see her disgusting countenance, she had to turn them away. Only rumours of course, but these things do have power, especially when a whole city is whispering them. The people of the city decided in secret to watch out for the next prince to leave, and they didn’t have long to wait. If the stories of the blonde princess were alluring, then the tales of the stunning queen were irresistible. Another prince arrived the following week. He was young, strong, and had short black hair teamed piercing blue eyes. He approached the castle with confidence and assurance, safe in the knowledge that he would win the queen over with his charms. Again the prince sought audience with the queen and though the city folk were most observant, none could get a sight of the two together, however, by that evening it had been announced that the queen had rejected the prince. The people stepped up their watch, so that scarcely an inch of the castle and its grounds was unwatched. Nothing was seen, neither hide nor hair of the prince. This worried the people and they talked amongst themselves and decided that they should continue their watch, in case the prince would leave later (for they were good people, and did not want to believe the worst). Two evenings later a poor stable boy from the village came racing back to tell his father what he had seen. While watching the castle, he had seen the most miraculous thing – a door had appeared in the solid castle wall, and from here a woman had appeared cloaked in black, and dragging a body behind her. Page: 1/3
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Re: My Fairy Tale
by Tvileren on Sep 06, 2003 - 02:18 AM
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ahh, the essenece of humanity and their rulers through history. Nice fairy tale to tell the kids if you got any I think.
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Re: My Fairy Tale
by Devin (devin-at-vibechild-dot-com)
on Sep 08, 2003 - 03:37 PM
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I think this story is brilliant. The pacing and flow of it is flawless. Each thing you've submitted lately has been about twice as good as the last, and you've been keeping that up for a while now. You're starting to turn yourself into one of those "I can't wait for their next submission" people.
As far as this story goes, I liked the surprise perspective shift a lot. The concept that she doesn't owe the people leadership hits especially close for me. Thanks for illustrating it.
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Re: My Fairy Tale
by Domkitten (saradevil@saradevil.com)
on Sep 09, 2003 - 06:13 AM
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This was very beautifully written. There is an elemental simplicity to it that just makes it all the more poignant and effecting and I really enjoyed that.
Why can't I end up with a buxom blonde haired lass that keeps her hair in pigtails...ah for a happy ending...
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Re: My Fairy Tale
by MissAnnThrope (volutariecasus@hotmail.com)
on Sep 13, 2003 - 04:43 PM
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I loved the portrayal or raw humanity, and especially the little bit about witchcraft and it's truths. very well done.:)
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