The song I chose was Breath of Life, which I found out later was made for the Snow White and the Huntsman movie, which is funny because my story is a take on a fairy tale.
So without further ado, I present, Fairytales are Real. (by the way, sorry it's so long, and no, it's not the whole story, but just the first chapter.)
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1.
Oh yes, you could say that ‘fairy
tales’ are real, especially when your parents are still determined for you to
marry a simple commoner. But then again,
that was really only to improve their image with the people. They heard it worked for Rapunzel. Poor girl, I think her husband still likes to
steal her brush, and we all know how disastrously that can turn out.
Personally, I had always wanted a
prince. Specifically one who had access
to a gigantic amount of money. Heck, I
didn’t even care if the guy used half the money on concubines, just as long as
it was understood that the other half went to me to spend how and on what I
wished.
You could say I’d grown accustomed
to a certain lifestyle, and quite frankly, I was not about to give it up. Even if that meant true love would never be
in my grasp. Love had never exactly
seemed all that was cracked up to be.
Just look at my parents if you need any type of proof.
So maybe that was why I was just at
teeny bit upset when my parents sent for the Potion Producer. Of course I knew all about it, (they don’t
call me the Snoop Princess for nothing) and I was determined to not be prey to
a sleeping potion. Honestly, my friend Snow White would totally agree that was
so last apple season.
No, my parents had not yet caught on
to the fact that I knew what they were planning, that would completely spoil
the fun. You could say I was planning on blowing up their plan in their faces,
at least that was until my mom’s dear ‘long-lost second cousin’s aunt’ arrived
for dinner. Yeah, because that wasn’t suspicious at all, and not withstanding
her youthful appearance, there was the distinctive wart on her right
earlobe. Apparently there was something
you just couldn’t ever hide.
“So Rosie,” She said spilling nearly
a full bolw of green beans onto my plate. Apparently I was eating enough
vegetables.
“Yes Aunt Phyllis,” I said dutifully
as I had been instructed to call her.
And although she didn’t like being interrupted, she seemed to believe
that I’d bouth her pitiful act.
“Have you met any cute boys lately?”
I kid you not, that was her opener. Way
to be discreet.
“No,” I shrugged, looking carefully
at my food to ensure that not even a drop of sleeping potion had made it to my
plate. “At least, I have met any royal
boys that have caught my eyes.”
I nearly felt my mother rumpling her
feathers as if she wanted to hit me.
“And what about the boys who are more common?” She asked.
“Commoners? I asked still eating my
green beans while noticing that my father’s face had begun to resemble them in
color. “I can’t imagine why I would need
to consider commoners, especially since non of them would be able to provide
for my needs.”
Before either of my parents could rise
out of their chairs to banish me from the kingdom, something I’d been
threatened with my entire life to the point where it held little meaning, Aunt
Phyllis lifted her hand. The fact that
both my mom and dad stopped talking was enough evidence to fully convince me
that little of Phyllis was nto what she seemed.
Nobody could ever get my parents to shut up when they began. That is, nobody but a witch.
“I doubt there is much need to worry
about who Rosie will marry, after all she’s only sixteen.” She looked at me,
and if anything, I felt more threatened than before. “Besides, when the right one comes along, I’m
sure we’ll all know.”
If that was supposed to make me feel
better, Phyllis really needed to work on her motivational speaking skills. Honestly I heard of kamikaze pilots with more
enthusiasm.
I lifted my glass to drink to her health,
but just as the glass touched my lips, I stopped. The witch had spent a little
longer than strictly necessary with my cup.
Even then I smelled the faint scent of peppermint, just enough to cover
the smell of a potion.
Quite honestly, it took all of my
strength to not throw the cup away from me as far as was possible. Instead, my
lips were pressed firmly together to prevent any form of liquid coming into my
mouth.
Then again, it might have tipped
them off when I didn’t fall instantly asleep.
I realized it a little too late, but I still decided that pretending was
my best bet.
So there I was yawning like an idiot.
“Oh my goodness, I think I will have to go to bed. This day has been lots of fun.” I nodded at
Phyllis who smiled grimly back. If there was one person I couldn’t fool it was
her. “Thank you so much for coming. I feel that in the next couple of days, we
will become the best of friend.”
With that, I stood up as quickly as
I dared, and slumped out of the room. My
attendants continued to follow me, so I continued to keep up the act until I
reached my private bedroom. My bed was a welcome sight, and when I sat down to
wiggle my way out my dress, I looked at the mirror across the way like I did
every night. The only difference was
that I screamed, but that was because someone stared back at me, and it was not
my reflection. It was Phyllis.
“You could have made it
significantly easier on everyone, even yourself Briar.” She grinned toothily at
me. Honestly, I tried to get away, but
my dearest ‘aunt’ though ti would be fun to instead snap her fingers and
paralyze my limb. All of them. With a whirl of her hand, a rather large
spindle appeared by my bed. “This rather wonderful instrument has been used by
hundreds of people for many things,, but I honestly believe that I am the very
first person to lather the prick with sleeping potion.”
She grinned at me, and I only wished
I could have been free to move, because despite being a princess, I was fairly
confident that I would have been completely capable of strangling her.
“Oh,” she continued, “There’s no
need to worry, you won’t even feel a thing, that is until his kiss wakes you
up.”
The fully realization came crashing
down on me. I had no say in it, and despite my best efforts, I would soon be
asleep for a very long time. Some small
tear broke past my paralyzing condition.
Phyllis could quite possibility be
my actual enemy sent from the inner circle of hell. “You were not exactly my first choice when it
came to practice and using my skills. But,” she leered at me, “I have to admit
that your case became infinitely more interesting when I found out that you were
opposed to marrying a commoner. Yes, you
could say that your potion was particularly difficult to brew, given that each
potion for each person is unique. But,
I’ve never turned down a tough job.
Really, you should feel flattered.” She walked towards me and brushed my
hair out of my fair. IF I could have, I
would have bitten off her finger. “Just a sample of your potion will forever
hand on my shelf of my memorable spells.”
The spindle was definitely getting
closer than I really wanted, but I was constantly reminded that I was
paralyzed. Phyllis looked particularly
proud of herself as she motioned the spindle towards me.
“have a good sleep my little Rosie
Princess,” she said and then she stuck me with the prick. Almost immediately I felt the potion seep
into my system and despite my very best efforts, my eyes closed.
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Basically the
witch, or as she liked to call herself, the Potion producer lied. I wondered if she eve knew. Something told me
that even though she was crazy, she had honestly not meant to make a mistake
with her potion. I sort of looked forward to the day when I would be able to
tell her how badly she’d messed up.
But still, being away of what was
going on around me wasn’t exactly the picnic I had in mind. I will admit that I
probably blacked out for the first hour or so from the shock of it all. After than, however, I heard, smelled, and
felt everything around me. Believe me,
not all of it was exactly what you would call pleasant.
“When will she wake up?” my mom said
quietly, her voice came from my right.
But as much as I tried, my body would not obey my command to move a
single inch.
“She will wake when she is kissed by
her true love.” Phyllis sounded rather impatient as if she’d already answered
the question a hundred times.
My dad snorted. Hew as definitely of
little faith. Then again, he’d never been one to actually believe in magic
anyway, and a well-grounded bias like that was not easily destroyed.
My mom sighed and I felt her stroke
my hair. “But, Rosie was never exactly
the lovable type. What if she has no
true love?” Okay, so personally I felt
that was rather below the belt. Was I
really that unattractive?
“regardless, we have to try, “ My
dad said gruffly, “I suppose we should give an announcement so al the young me
in the kingdom will have a chance to wake her.”
No. No. No. That was so not happening. Or so I told myself before I remembered that
being asleep for all purpose had its drawbacks.
The only kissing I was inclined to do was that to my dog. Then again, this arrangement did not require
me to kiss anyone, just to be kissed, and since I was incapable of movement, I
was pretty sure that my parents would find me a rather willing enough
participant.
“are you sure she won’t remember any
of this?” Yes, my mom was very good a acting concerned, but I knew it was all
an act. It was always an act.
“Oh yes,” Phyllis seemed rather
insulted in my mom’s lack of trust.. “the next thing she will know is that her
true love has found her.”
And that my friends, is when the
true adventure began. And to be quite
honest, I hated every single minute of it.
It did rather shock me when my bed
was moved, having lain in the same position and place for at least two
days. There were times I actually did
fall asleep, which was how I counted the days, and each time I was terrified I
would wake up to someone kissing me.
I smelled the candidates before a
single one pressed their lips to mine.
They were commoners alright, if their manure smell was any
indication.
“So, we just have to wake her?” One
of them asked and his farm boy voice was enough to make me pray that his kiss
would not wake me.
“Yes,” My father’s voice thundered
through the room. “But you may only kiss
her, and if your love does not awaken her, you are to leave immediately and
never attempt to waken her again,” I was pleased to hear a rather protective
note in his voice. At least he was
pretending to care for me, but I still couldn’t get past the fact that he’d
hired a witch to ensure I would soon get married.
And so each day was slow with
absolutely nothing to do but be kissed over and over again. It might have come as a surprise to others,
but I had honestly never before kissed, nor been kissed by anyone. I have to admit that it felt good at first,
but I continually told myself that was because the nerves around my mouth were
always extra sensitive. After the first
few hundred, I had a break from the kissing for about a week. And for good reason, my lips were swollen,
having never felt this much attention before.
After the first hundred days I
figured out that each male had one minute to wake me up. The first thirty second were specifically to
kiss me, and the next were to see if their love could bring me out of my
sleep. There were always four-hundred
and eighty men and young men each day.
It never varied. I never
hungered, thirsted, or got physically tried. The only reason I dreamed, in my
opinion, was to allow me an escape from my reality.
The days soon blurred, and I quickly
lost track after two thousand days. It occurred
to me that I was well over twenty-two years of age. It was around that time when my parents
finally let the princes in the neighboring kingdoms try their lips on me. I had hope, but it was always wasted.
My parents visited me daily,
speaking words of encouragement, but of course I could never speak to
them. Then one day they visited me for
the last time. I heard my mom crying down the hall long before they came into
my room. If anything about this
adventure could be considered a positive, it was that all of my senses besides
sight had strengthened considerably. For
the most part, that was a good thing. I
could brace myself long before anyone came to see me.
“The Witch said there is no way to
break it but to have her kissed by her true love,” my mom’s voice sounded a
hundred years older.
“We should have never done it,” my
father agreed, “Every young man in the kingdom has tried and failed.” Okay, so
yes, I was rather upset, they could not have tried everyone. I had been asleep for well over ten years, I had to have at least one true
love. But for them to not find him in
that time, I had to admit the prospects looked grim.
That was the last day my parents
ever visited me. I could only guess that
they were too ashamed to see me, as it was all their fault I was in this condition. There were no longer the constant stream of
men to kiss me, now only a few came each day, and even I felt myself get excited
with each kiss, hoping this would be the one.
It never was.
I felt my mind begin to go. I was never going to wake up, and if I did, I
would be too crazy to appreciate it. If
only there was a way to kill myself, I would gladly do so.
Suddenly my door opened, I had heard
the boots on the floor as they came down the hall, but I told myself to not get
excited. “It’s time,” a voice spoke, and
once again, I tried to reign in my hope.
It would not be him. But this
time, there was something different about his lips. They were soft, and as they parted, his hot
breath washed over my face. Then I felt the potion leave my body, and very
slowly, my eyes opened.
End of Chapter One!
hope you like it!
Aiden
End of Chapter One!
hope you like it!
Aiden
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