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A revised of an old story tale..
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rhia_5779 Senior Member
since 2006-06-09
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*Wrote this like three years ago or so.. She was called Sleeping Beauty. She did fit her name too or at last the beauty part. In terms of sleeping that was always a problem for her. Beauty had insomnia. She could never manage to go to sleep. She would try and try to go to sleep, with no luck. Even if she did get to sleep it was only for a little while. That or she would sleep for an awhile but never for long because someone always need her help with something and they would wake her up No matter how many pills she took she couldn’t sleep. As a little girl she used to sleep all the time. Before she was named she slept everywhere and all the time. She got a nickname of sleeping, and because she was so pretty beauty. When she was one years old since every one called her sleeping beauty so much, her parents king and queen decided to name her that and to celebrate with a great party. On the invitations for the party they forgot to invite the evil fairy maleficent. As the dawning of her naming came nearer they started to get a bad feeling about it. The night of her naming arrived and every one was enjoying the night, with the princess fast asleep on a couple of pillows at the queen’s feet. As the clock hit midnight icy wind blew through the hall. The princess woke with a start. The doors burst into flames and a being walked through. It was the evil fairy that waltzed through. “For not inviting me to sleeping beauty’s naming I curse the girl. She will have insomnia she will not sleep again. The girl will have nothing but her wits to break this curse. The only way she can sleep is in death. Though if the girl is still alive by her 16th birthday she shall die. She will prick her finger and if one drop of blood falls just one then you will know and she will die. “But the last part was hidden on the wind as the fairy flew out. Her parents had no other name for the poor princess so they ironically named her sleeping beauty even with the curse. Fifteen years later Beauty or sleeping beauty as she was named was walking around the palace courtyard. She was inspecting the thorns surrounding palace walls that she had been growing while her parents were in holiday in Neverland. The thorns here growing really well already some of the thorns were 6inches long. She looked over the ramparts to look at the moat filled with crocodiles and pat that the ring of fire that was being created by the fairies merry weather, flora and fauna. Her parents would be on holiday for 5 more days she would have just enough time. She walked up to her empty room her spindle laid on the bed. Not having any use for it she picked up the spindle gingerly and tossed it out the window. It crashed down into the moat. One of the crocodiles that had been there leapt out of the water. “Sorry,” she yelled down. There was a knock on her door the fairies Fauna, Flora and Merry weather flounced in. “The preparations are ready princess,” they told her loftily. “All right will you assist every one out of the castle then. I’ll lie down and try to sleep now. Every one left and the princess took a glance around her belongings; among her chair, sword and table; there was nothing amiss. She looked back ‘a sword there was no sword here earlier,’ She thought to her self. She bent down to wield the sword and it was so heavy she fell back onto the bed. She ran her finger down the beautiful blade. It shined in the moonlight. She cut herself on the blade. Ouch, she grimaced as she stared at her finger a drop of blood glistened as she turned her finger over. A single drop of blood fell on the floor just that one-drop. Exhausted all of a sudden she fell back on the pillows and sank into a deep sleep. The fairies came back to check on her and found the beautiful princess fast asleep with her red hair spread about her on the pillow. They glanced at the ground and saw the single drop of blood. And they knew. The princess had pricked her finger there fore full filling the second and deadly curse. Out of the ones who had heard the evil parting words of Maleficent the faeries were the only ones to whom it meant anything. It was merry weather that finally figured out that the first curse of sleeplessness and the second but fatal curse of death by pricking her self had collided and only cause of the first curse was she alive she couldn’t quite die. The evil faerie surely hadn’t intended to but her curse of insomnia really saved the princes by putting her into a great sleep instead. News spreads around but often times the stories aren’t always spread around in complete truth. Each person always adds something. By the time it reaches its destination its been blown out of proportion. ~Mean while in the next kingdom over the king Alan of Croatia was listening to his son prince Rupert tell about the time he went fishing and his boat almost tipped over. The king was falling asleep. The king yawned and looked around his son was still telling his boring story about the fishing trip. The rest of court had already fallen asleep. At least when he becomes king he can bore his enemies to sleep thought Alan, that is if the people don’t behead him first for being to boring. The king chuckled to himself. Trumpets woke him out of his thinking. A herald burst in. “Greeting his royal majesty,” began the herald. “And his royal boringness Rupert”, snickered some of the younger court members. “Yes, yes get on with it. What is the news, now,” snapped the old king. “ The evil fairy has bewitched the royal princess Sleeping beauty. The princess is now in a deep sleep and now needs to be saved, her country asks that Croatia help save her. “Proclaimed the herald. The prince’s eyes shown with excitement and delight at such a quest. The king had a plan. He could see that the prince wanted to go and they could take care of a diplomatic mission and get rid of his son the boring. He had a conference with his advisors and they all agreed that to send the prince off would be a good idea. So he sent the boy off and the whole of Croatia cheered. The prince arrived there in a matter of days. All the villagers wanted to get him out of their hands as quick as possible there fore allowing him full use of the fastest travel they owned. He began to hike up the steep hill before the castle. First he stopped and stared at the thorns that the princess had grown. Having decided after awhile it was hopeless to try and get through the thorns the young prince sank down on the grass. To entertain him self he began to tell one of his stories. Once long ago …. He began. The hours passed by. Back in the castle the faeries began to worry that the princess wouldn’t see daylight again and that she would sleep forever because no one could wake her. Dust was beginning to gather in the room. There was a big cobweb across the door. The spiders watched time go from their webs. ~It was midday and Rupert heard a large crack. He jumped up fast and turned around. The thorns had cracked in half and there was now a path through the thorns for him. The plants had been to tired of hearing his tries they collapsed of pure boredom. He started hiking up through the thorns he came across the ring of fire. He grabbed a bucket of water and through it no the fire. For mere moments the fire was extinguished. The prince was boring but did have some common sense. He ran through the gap between the fires. He looked back and saw a face grinning from the moat. Terrified he tore up to the castle. He burst open the door and stooped at the doorway to catch his breath. From the cross bars he heard distant chanting. He started to make his way up to the stairs. He raced up the stores in excitement of the end of his quest being near. As he got to the top, he saw red beady eyes staring at him through the musty corridor. For a second he hesitated then he stepped closer and say it was huge furry red-eyed tarantula. The web covering the door belonged to the tarantula. He drew his sword closed his eyes and sliced through the web cutting it down. It fell to the floor. He pushed open the wooden door. There was the princess laying on the bed her hair a golden halo. Her face looked so serene at first he couldn’t see how she could be anything other than sleeping. A glance at the floor by the bed noticed the drop of dried blood. He walked over to the bed. And grabbing the pitcher by the table poured it on her face. The water fell soaking her and the covers. He leaned down to see if she was still breathing and felt a jarring pain on the side of his head. He fell over backwards. He looked up to see that the princess had punched him. “Now what did you do that for she complained.” I had just managed to get to sleep and someone had to ruin it and you threw water on my head. “ Anyway how did you get past my thorns and fire and moat anyway. Only just then had the all of hit sunk in. “ you planned all of this? He asked with a look of disbelief on his face. Well yeah I planned the thorns and such so I could sleep. I had insomnia. He began to tell her of his journey. She would have maybe been interested if he hadn’t told it in such a drawling and boring way. She was starting to fall asleep again. It hit her she would never have to worry about falling asleep again if she just went ahead and married this guy. So they got married. He told her stories to put her to sleep and she and him lived happily ever after. |
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