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Parables: My Second Fairy Tales |
Posted by
Psychopixi on Thursday, February 19, 2004 - 07:03 AM PST
After watching the knight hoist himself onto a black charger that was tethered outside the palace, Catarina had decided that the time had come to be reckless. Well, actually she had just decided that she'd been reckless most of her life, and now was no good time to stop. She had quickly ordered a servant to saddle her horse, while she had hurried to her quarters and pulled on something a little more suited to riding after smug knights who liked to wear pointy black things.
She was now following said knight through Taither Forest, wondering whether he was actually going to slay anything, or just ride around for a while and then return to claim his "reward".
"That little whelp had better not have lied to me." She heard him mutter coarsely to himself as he stopped his horse and dismounted. She quietly reined in her own mount, and waited, hidden in the thick undergrowth. He scanned the ground in front of him for a while before appearing to spot something off to his left. After letting out a bark of triumph he strode confidently off towards a path she had previously imagined to be nothing more than a fox trail.
After giving him a few minutes to discover that all he was tracking was a fox, and nothing more she reasoned that he might have found something interesting, and decided to follow him. Carefully tying her own horse up, she crept up to the path, and peered down it. When no signs of human life made themselves apparent to any of her senses, she started off down the trail.
After a good few minutes of walking, she came upon a grand clearing, with a cave set off to the right-hand side. The ground in front of the opening was scorched and blackened, and the knight, standing on it, seemed to almost blend in. The jagged rocks of the cave however, framed the most awe-inspiring sight, for standing in the middle of the opening was a huge dragon. It's scales were of a dark brown colour, with flecks of silver spotted throughout, and crowning it's imposing head were two large silver horns. As Catarina crept closer she could hear the beast and the knight... talking? She knelt behind a gathering of trees and small bushes and strained her ears to hear what was being said.
"You're a dragon, and therefore a killer. You deserve to die, and I will be the one to claim the honour of ending your wretched existence." The knight advanced on the dragon, brandishing his sword. "Fight me."
The dragon shook it's head and let out a heavy sigh. Catarina could see its razor sharp teeth glinting in the fading light of the summer's afternoon. *A dragon! We've actually got a dragon! Here!*
"I will not fight you." The dragon said slowly, as though speaking were an effort for it. "I've never hurt a man in my life, and I will not start now." *Hang on a minute...* Catarina was confused.
"Come then, stranger from afar. End my 'wretched existence'. I do not wish to live any longer in this skin."
"Gladly," sneered the knight, and ran at the dragon. Catarina saw the scene play out in slow motion before her eyes. The dragon brought itself up to its full, and majestic height and held its head high, refusing to give up its dignity, even as the black knight's sword slid into its chest. Catarina thought she saw the glimmer of a smile cross its face, and the trace of tear hung at the corner of its golden eye. Before she could bring her emotions under control she had shouted out, and the knight swung round, a crazed smile slashed across face, which was ruddy with the exhilaration his blood lust had brought him.
"I have slain the beast, and now my prize is brought to me," he sneered, and marched towards her, grabbing her round the waist as she struggled to get away. He carried her back to the clearing in front of the dragon's den and threw her to the ground. Catarina bit her lip to stop a cry escaping as her head cracked against the ground, and the world danced in front of her eyes. Regaining her composure she tried to sit up, but her hands slipped backwards away from her, and she was disgusted to find herself lying in a pool of the dragon's blood. The crimson liquid seeped into her clothing, staining her skin and her soul, even as she wept at the injustice of it.
The knight had shed his armour and knelt over her, pinning her helplessly to the floor beneath him. Catarina writhed in his harsh grasp, trying desperately to escape his filthy touch, and the smell of sweat and death that seemed to pervade his very being. Her attempts were fruitless however, as the man reached down, to tear aside her clothing, the only protection that was left to her now. She closed her eyes and tried to find a safe place, deep inside her mind, somewhere that no one could defile.
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Re: My Second Fairy Tales
by pandoras_choice (-)
on Feb 19, 2004 - 04:52 PM
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Wow! What a delightfully exciting twist. Finally, a fairy tale teaching tolerance of love beyond society's general "acceptance." Beautifully written, kept me excited. Thanks for the tale!
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Re: My Second Fairy Tales
by callei on Feb 20, 2004 - 10:36 AM
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You did capture that important black/white good/bad thing really well in this one. I kinda wish you had taken it farther and let the princess ride back with the knight;s head in a bag declaring that she had distroyed the dragon and was now going to clain the throne for herself.
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Re: My Second Fairy Tales
by Meranda_Jade (Meranda@mymind.com)
on Feb 20, 2004 - 12:28 PM
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I love your fairy tales, Psyche... *sighing dreamily*
This was a very good one... will there be more?
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Re: My Second Fairy Tales
by Zero (-)
on Feb 20, 2004 - 12:56 PM
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The 20 year old adult in me that i really am says: this story was great it had a good flow about it and it was very entertaining.....2 thumbs up
The 16 year old in me says: mmmmm lesbian love scene......one thumb up. (the others preocupied)
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