Post by firespirit on Jul 6, 2009 13:59:48 GMT
A twisted fairytale 
Here's prologue/chap 1....
“Do you see him, my darling? Do you see him, with his long, confident strides, my sword at his side, walking through the forest with his unknowing mind and innocent heart?” He turned, his red eyes flashing towards the beautiful, dark haired woman, bound to a pole with braided and dried strands of goat flesh, unmoving in his dark and glorious cave. He took a step towards her, his long white hair sweeping past his shoulders, and then looked back at the huge obsidian stone, the young man walking through the woodlands reflected in it.
“Do you?” He purred. The woman closed her violet eyes tightly in fear, and seemed to shrink against the pole.
“Speak!” He commanded, suddenly swinging his hand down, centimeters from her face, slashing the rag that bound her speechless. She took in a gasp of air, and shuddered.
“Yes… I see him.” She said, her voice cracking. He let out a sharp sigh. She had used to be so much livelier. Her voice, one the tinkling of bells, was now the scraping of dead leaves rustling in the wind. He took a step closer, and put his pale hand out under her face, carefully lifting her narrow chin.
“And you are not proud?” he asked softly, letting his warm breath puff about her face. She closed her eyes again. In pain? It could not be. He had taken utmost care in touching her, making sure not to hurt her. What else could hurt her?
“I am.” She said, speaking slowly. “Of what he is now, but not of what he is to be.” She said, letting a spark of her old, restless, wild spirit shine through. But it dimmed as quickly as it had appeared, and she faded back into her weary self. He released her chin, and it fell against her neck. Turning around so his back was to her with another sigh, he spoke.
“Do you not remember how you used to love me?” He asked, hands behind his back. He heard her quiet intake of breath, felt the way her pulse quickened.
“I do.” She whispered, her voice saturated with sadness.
“Why have you stopped?” I never stopped loving you…
“Because… because I had to.” Came her reply. Suddenly, he whirled around, red eyes glaring into her purple ones.
“Why?” he hissed, taking a step closer. “I care for you every day! I feed you, talk to you, give you whatever you want! You are ungrateful!” he said, slamming his fist down on a boulder. It shattered. Taking a step towards her, he let out a long growl, revealing his pointed teeth and long, sharpened fangs. A tear trickled down her pale cheek.
“You ruined him. You ruined our son.” She said, then, stubbornly continued. “He could have been great. A hero. A prince. But you… you had to make it your way. You had to make sure when he turned seventeen-”
“Silence!” The demon exclaimed, his hair catching aflame. “You will say no more!” He raised up a clawed hand to slap her, but stopped in mid air. With a sigh, he lowered his arm.
“I love you too much to hurt you. You are my pride, my glory. Please, I beg of you, Firenze, love me again.” She closed her violet eyes as he spoke, and let out a shudder.
“I wish I could.”
CHAPTER 1
Her perfect red lips twitched into a smile as she felt the glorious sunlight stream against her face, caressing her skin. Letting out a giggle, she moved her many skirts out of the way and sat on a bolder, feeling it’s coldness push against the warmth of her thigh. Daintily plucking a large pink flower protruding from the ground, she twirled it around in her fingers.
“Beautiful flower.” She whispered, her voice light and gentle. “No worries, no cares.” With a small, sad smile, she placed the flower in her long, curly locks of blonde hair. Above her, she heard the call of a sparrow ring throughout the forest.
“Dearest sparrow, golden sparrow, come and fly me home…” she sang. It was an old folk song, one her nanny sang to her when she was a child. “Back to the mountains, where the rivers run cold...”
She immediately looked up as she heard the noise, her sky-blue eyes alert as a fox’s. In front of her, a large, regal deer stood, his huge elegant antlers twisting towards the sky. But she hardly glanced at the stunning creature. Her gaze was fixed upon the small, lithe man sitting atop its russet back.
“Hello, Andalysia.”
Oh no. Why did you come back?
“Hello, King Atasuki.” She said with a small sigh. He extended his long leg, and swiftly leapt off the deer. Placing his hand upon its neck, he whispered into its ear, completely fearless, and amazingly calm, being so close to it’s dagger-like antlers. The deer’s ears twitched, and then it bounded off, narrowly avoiding the trees until it disappeared into the forest. He stepped closer to her, and she glanced up. His eyes were still as dark as the midnight sky, gently covered by hair still the shimmering silver with the bright blue streaks. She shuddered. Raising an eyebrow, he bowed.
“I hope I find you in good health and spirit.” He said. She raised her chin, and examined his tanned skin. He looked exactly the same. Still confidant. Still strong.
Still dazzling.
“To you, as well.” Came her reply. She had been trained to be polite to everyone, no matter how foul. A dragon could fly into her castle and set fire to everything in sight, and she’d still make it tea, as it is customary to do with houseguests. Delightful thoughts, weren’t they? She blinked once, then continued, for manners could only bind her so much.
“Have you come to see if I was still alive? To make sure your darling son hasn’t arrived yet?” She inquired, her blue eyes flashing coldly. He flinched, and she instantly felt sorry for her harsh words.
“No.” he said. “Actually, I have come to warn you. You don’t mind if I sit down?” he asked.
“Not at all.” Andalysia said with a small laugh. “This is your palace, Atasuki” He grinned at her.
“Glad you remembered.” With a snap of his fingers, a small tree sprouted from the ground, and he sat on one of the lower branches. Andalysia sighed. Always with the magic! It was somewhat stunning, being what had enchanted her so much about him in the first place, but it got old fairly quickly. Tossing back her gorgeous blonde curls, she crossed her pale legs and folded her hands in her lap.
“You came to warn me…” she urged him. A strange look flashed in his dark eyes.
“Ah, yes! One of my fairy prophets, an incredibly bright young lad, informed me that a princess, fair…” he paused, staring deeply into her eyes. “That would be you, my dear,” Andalasyia mentally rolled her eyes. Really! Clearing his throat, the fairy king continued; “is to face an important, yet dangerous time in her life. Her choices can and will affect her entire kingdom.” He explained. Andalasyia nodded.
“And that is all?” She asked. Atasuki shook his head.
“No. I have also learned that whatever you choose will break your heart and make you incredibly sad.” He said. She looked up at him from under her thick, dark lashes.
“I’ll have to pull through, I suppose.” She said with a small sigh, a little worried. Fairy prophets were known for being incredibly accurate.
“Of course, there is an escape…” he said softly, suddenly at her side.
“Oh, please don’t, Atasuki….” The beautiful princess pleaded. He took one of his firm, yet soft hands and placed it on her cheek, stroking her gently, while whispering into her ear.
“You could always come with me.” Andalysia suppressed a shudder as he spoke these daring, tempting words. To be a fairy. To be young and beautiful forever. To be with him… her darling Atasuki…
“But you know I can’t.” she replied softly, closing her eyes sadly.
”I can’t just go and leave my father. My people. I have to stay, or you know what will happen…” if she left now, the throne would go to her sister, Kiyara. And everyone knew how that would end up.
“She wouldn’t be a bad queen.” Atasuki replied. “Kara is strong, fearless. She will not let your lands fall into the hands of demons, or anything lesser.” Andalysia frowned. It was true, but still…
“She is foolish as well. And stubborn. You know as well as I do that she would not listen to anyone, and make that horrid decision that would plunge our kingdom into darkness.” Andalysia said, remembering what the prophet had said about her sister. Atasuki pushed back her golden hair. I should ask him to stop… she thought. But, of course, she couldn’t.
“That prophet was a fool. Your kingdom will be fine. Please, come with me, my darling Andalysia. I promise you the life you have dreamt of.” He bent down to kiss her, his soft, grey lips pulsing against her red ones. Oh, it was amazing! But she couldn’t. Pushing him back, she shook her head.
“I-I’m sorry, Atasuki. I cannot.” She said, not daring to look up, to see that crestfallen expression upon his flawless face.
“If you must stay, then so be it.” He said with a sad sigh. “Let me at least give you luck.” He pulled the pink flower from her hair. Curious, she looked up. He held the flower in front of him, and blew on it. It seemed to sparkle for a few seconds, then returned to normal. Then, he carefully placed it back in her hair. She reached out, and pushed his silver bangs out of his eyes.
“Thank you.” She whispered. He took her hand, and kissed in gently. It was simply the polite thing to do, but Andalysia could feel the dark desire throbbing beneath it.
“You are welcome.” He said with a smile, exposing his pearls of teeth. Suddenly, he straightened up, dark eyebrows raising.
“Someone is coming. I must leave. Goodbye, dearest Andalysia.” He said, and with the nod of his head, he had completely faded, leaving only a cloud of glittering dust.
“Goodbye… my love.” Andalysia whispered. She had spent weeks telling herself it wasn’t true, how could she love a creature so vile, so inhuman? Yet, she could no longer hide it. She loved him, and probably always would. Staring at the forest floor, she took her hand and brushed it against the flower in her hair.
Farewell, dearest.
Here's prologue/chap 1....
“Do you see him, my darling? Do you see him, with his long, confident strides, my sword at his side, walking through the forest with his unknowing mind and innocent heart?” He turned, his red eyes flashing towards the beautiful, dark haired woman, bound to a pole with braided and dried strands of goat flesh, unmoving in his dark and glorious cave. He took a step towards her, his long white hair sweeping past his shoulders, and then looked back at the huge obsidian stone, the young man walking through the woodlands reflected in it.
“Do you?” He purred. The woman closed her violet eyes tightly in fear, and seemed to shrink against the pole.
“Speak!” He commanded, suddenly swinging his hand down, centimeters from her face, slashing the rag that bound her speechless. She took in a gasp of air, and shuddered.
“Yes… I see him.” She said, her voice cracking. He let out a sharp sigh. She had used to be so much livelier. Her voice, one the tinkling of bells, was now the scraping of dead leaves rustling in the wind. He took a step closer, and put his pale hand out under her face, carefully lifting her narrow chin.
“And you are not proud?” he asked softly, letting his warm breath puff about her face. She closed her eyes again. In pain? It could not be. He had taken utmost care in touching her, making sure not to hurt her. What else could hurt her?
“I am.” She said, speaking slowly. “Of what he is now, but not of what he is to be.” She said, letting a spark of her old, restless, wild spirit shine through. But it dimmed as quickly as it had appeared, and she faded back into her weary self. He released her chin, and it fell against her neck. Turning around so his back was to her with another sigh, he spoke.
“Do you not remember how you used to love me?” He asked, hands behind his back. He heard her quiet intake of breath, felt the way her pulse quickened.
“I do.” She whispered, her voice saturated with sadness.
“Why have you stopped?” I never stopped loving you…
“Because… because I had to.” Came her reply. Suddenly, he whirled around, red eyes glaring into her purple ones.
“Why?” he hissed, taking a step closer. “I care for you every day! I feed you, talk to you, give you whatever you want! You are ungrateful!” he said, slamming his fist down on a boulder. It shattered. Taking a step towards her, he let out a long growl, revealing his pointed teeth and long, sharpened fangs. A tear trickled down her pale cheek.
“You ruined him. You ruined our son.” She said, then, stubbornly continued. “He could have been great. A hero. A prince. But you… you had to make it your way. You had to make sure when he turned seventeen-”
“Silence!” The demon exclaimed, his hair catching aflame. “You will say no more!” He raised up a clawed hand to slap her, but stopped in mid air. With a sigh, he lowered his arm.
“I love you too much to hurt you. You are my pride, my glory. Please, I beg of you, Firenze, love me again.” She closed her violet eyes as he spoke, and let out a shudder.
“I wish I could.”
CHAPTER 1
Her perfect red lips twitched into a smile as she felt the glorious sunlight stream against her face, caressing her skin. Letting out a giggle, she moved her many skirts out of the way and sat on a bolder, feeling it’s coldness push against the warmth of her thigh. Daintily plucking a large pink flower protruding from the ground, she twirled it around in her fingers.
“Beautiful flower.” She whispered, her voice light and gentle. “No worries, no cares.” With a small, sad smile, she placed the flower in her long, curly locks of blonde hair. Above her, she heard the call of a sparrow ring throughout the forest.
“Dearest sparrow, golden sparrow, come and fly me home…” she sang. It was an old folk song, one her nanny sang to her when she was a child. “Back to the mountains, where the rivers run cold...”
She immediately looked up as she heard the noise, her sky-blue eyes alert as a fox’s. In front of her, a large, regal deer stood, his huge elegant antlers twisting towards the sky. But she hardly glanced at the stunning creature. Her gaze was fixed upon the small, lithe man sitting atop its russet back.
“Hello, Andalysia.”
Oh no. Why did you come back?
“Hello, King Atasuki.” She said with a small sigh. He extended his long leg, and swiftly leapt off the deer. Placing his hand upon its neck, he whispered into its ear, completely fearless, and amazingly calm, being so close to it’s dagger-like antlers. The deer’s ears twitched, and then it bounded off, narrowly avoiding the trees until it disappeared into the forest. He stepped closer to her, and she glanced up. His eyes were still as dark as the midnight sky, gently covered by hair still the shimmering silver with the bright blue streaks. She shuddered. Raising an eyebrow, he bowed.
“I hope I find you in good health and spirit.” He said. She raised her chin, and examined his tanned skin. He looked exactly the same. Still confidant. Still strong.
Still dazzling.
“To you, as well.” Came her reply. She had been trained to be polite to everyone, no matter how foul. A dragon could fly into her castle and set fire to everything in sight, and she’d still make it tea, as it is customary to do with houseguests. Delightful thoughts, weren’t they? She blinked once, then continued, for manners could only bind her so much.
“Have you come to see if I was still alive? To make sure your darling son hasn’t arrived yet?” She inquired, her blue eyes flashing coldly. He flinched, and she instantly felt sorry for her harsh words.
“No.” he said. “Actually, I have come to warn you. You don’t mind if I sit down?” he asked.
“Not at all.” Andalysia said with a small laugh. “This is your palace, Atasuki” He grinned at her.
“Glad you remembered.” With a snap of his fingers, a small tree sprouted from the ground, and he sat on one of the lower branches. Andalysia sighed. Always with the magic! It was somewhat stunning, being what had enchanted her so much about him in the first place, but it got old fairly quickly. Tossing back her gorgeous blonde curls, she crossed her pale legs and folded her hands in her lap.
“You came to warn me…” she urged him. A strange look flashed in his dark eyes.
“Ah, yes! One of my fairy prophets, an incredibly bright young lad, informed me that a princess, fair…” he paused, staring deeply into her eyes. “That would be you, my dear,” Andalasyia mentally rolled her eyes. Really! Clearing his throat, the fairy king continued; “is to face an important, yet dangerous time in her life. Her choices can and will affect her entire kingdom.” He explained. Andalasyia nodded.
“And that is all?” She asked. Atasuki shook his head.
“No. I have also learned that whatever you choose will break your heart and make you incredibly sad.” He said. She looked up at him from under her thick, dark lashes.
“I’ll have to pull through, I suppose.” She said with a small sigh, a little worried. Fairy prophets were known for being incredibly accurate.
“Of course, there is an escape…” he said softly, suddenly at her side.
“Oh, please don’t, Atasuki….” The beautiful princess pleaded. He took one of his firm, yet soft hands and placed it on her cheek, stroking her gently, while whispering into her ear.
“You could always come with me.” Andalysia suppressed a shudder as he spoke these daring, tempting words. To be a fairy. To be young and beautiful forever. To be with him… her darling Atasuki…
“But you know I can’t.” she replied softly, closing her eyes sadly.
”I can’t just go and leave my father. My people. I have to stay, or you know what will happen…” if she left now, the throne would go to her sister, Kiyara. And everyone knew how that would end up.
“She wouldn’t be a bad queen.” Atasuki replied. “Kara is strong, fearless. She will not let your lands fall into the hands of demons, or anything lesser.” Andalysia frowned. It was true, but still…
“She is foolish as well. And stubborn. You know as well as I do that she would not listen to anyone, and make that horrid decision that would plunge our kingdom into darkness.” Andalysia said, remembering what the prophet had said about her sister. Atasuki pushed back her golden hair. I should ask him to stop… she thought. But, of course, she couldn’t.
“That prophet was a fool. Your kingdom will be fine. Please, come with me, my darling Andalysia. I promise you the life you have dreamt of.” He bent down to kiss her, his soft, grey lips pulsing against her red ones. Oh, it was amazing! But she couldn’t. Pushing him back, she shook her head.
“I-I’m sorry, Atasuki. I cannot.” She said, not daring to look up, to see that crestfallen expression upon his flawless face.
“If you must stay, then so be it.” He said with a sad sigh. “Let me at least give you luck.” He pulled the pink flower from her hair. Curious, she looked up. He held the flower in front of him, and blew on it. It seemed to sparkle for a few seconds, then returned to normal. Then, he carefully placed it back in her hair. She reached out, and pushed his silver bangs out of his eyes.
“Thank you.” She whispered. He took her hand, and kissed in gently. It was simply the polite thing to do, but Andalysia could feel the dark desire throbbing beneath it.
“You are welcome.” He said with a smile, exposing his pearls of teeth. Suddenly, he straightened up, dark eyebrows raising.
“Someone is coming. I must leave. Goodbye, dearest Andalysia.” He said, and with the nod of his head, he had completely faded, leaving only a cloud of glittering dust.
“Goodbye… my love.” Andalysia whispered. She had spent weeks telling herself it wasn’t true, how could she love a creature so vile, so inhuman? Yet, she could no longer hide it. She loved him, and probably always would. Staring at the forest floor, she took her hand and brushed it against the flower in her hair.
Farewell, dearest.