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Old 06-29-2012, 01:56 AM   #2 (permalink)
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The Princess, The Peasant and the Painting


In a realm beyond ours, where time seems to pass slower, lived a wizard princess with hair of gold that fell in ringlets to her shoulders. Her eyes were the blue of the sky after a summer’s storm and her lips were the crimson of the rose, kissed by the morning dew. The princess had everything she ever wanted, but cherished only one thing. The friendship she shared with a muggle peasant girl from the nearby village.

The princess and the peasant would be equals when they’d play. They would meet in the courtyard of the castle grounds, and with the princess’ nanny nearby, they’d play all sort of games… but neither of them lost, and neither of them won. They both had fun.

Seasons changed and both girls grew up. The peasant girl was sent to work away in a far away village, while the princess was made to learn languages, magic, and literature, but through it all they continued to correspond and be best friends.

Nearing her 17th birthday, the princess was asked what she wanted for her turning of age party. “The only thing I wish for, is for my friend to join me in celebrating.” As usual, the princess’ wish was granted and the peasant girl was brought back to the castle grounds.

When the princess found out the muggle peasant girl had arrived, she left her party to greet her. As she ran to her friend, her pace slowed and she saw a boy standing beside the peasant girl. He was handsome, tall and muscular but his featured were refined. He must have been 18 or 19 years of age. He was not a boy. He was a man.

“This,” the muggle girl said, “Is my betrothed. My future husband.” She said introducing the man to her friend.

The princess stood and watched. Her friend seemed to have only eyes for the man beside her. A feeling of loathing and resentment started to take over the Princess’ body, as the man took a bow before her.

“The party is inside… let us away.” The princess said without any emotion.

She watched the muggle girl and her betrothed sit together, eat together, hold hands and dance. She stood and angrily left her own party.

As she made her way down a corridor, she stopped and punched a wall.

“Your Majesssssty?” a voice hissed behind her.

The princess turned to see a painting. In it a green, blinded basilisk twirling around a vine. On the frame of the painting, a faucet was affixed. “Were you speaking with me?” she asked.

“Yesssss. What isss wrong, on thissss the anniversssary of your birth?” The esses danced on the basilisk’s tongue.

The princess told the painting, of the girl and the man…

“Why are you angry, your Majessssty?” The basilisk asked. “You are twice as pretty as her, twice as rich-”

“I’m jealous…" she said cutting the sepert off in mid sentence, "Of him and of her. She hasn’t paid a bit of attention to me, he only has eyes for her and she for him. They are in love, and I want that.” The princess said.

“Then I ssssuggessssst you retrieve a few dropssss of thissss.” He said pointing to the faucet. “A few dropssss in hisssss pumpkin juice and he will only have eyessss for you... for eternity.”

The princess quickly conjured a cup and opened the faucet, taking 3 drops of the potion from the frame. She returned to the party and filled the cup with pumpkin juice and then she sat and waited for the right moment.

But before that could happen though, the peasant girl came skipping to her friend. “What’s wrong?” she asked her.

“Leave him, and return to live here.” The princess ordered.

“Why?” The girl asked confused and upset.

“You have happiness and love with this man, and I do not.” The princess said. “Leave him, or I will take him from you.”

“You’ve had everything your heart desired at your will.” The peasant girl said indignantly. “I was never jealous of you… Why must you ruin our friendship?” She asked.

The princess turned to look into the girl's eyes “A princess could never be friends with a peasant.” She replied.

The peasant girl began to cry and ran to her betrothed. Once he calmed her, the man lifted the peasant girl’s hand to his lips and kissed it. The princess would wait no longer.

“You there!” The princess called.

“Yes your majesty?” the man answered, hoping she was going to make amends with his beloved.

“I have something for you.” She said as she extended her hand to him with the cup in it. “Drink.” She ordered

“Thank you your majesty.” He said pulling away from his beloved. He made his way to her, took the cup in his hands and drank from it.

Both the princess and the peasant girl screamed as the man began to change form. He grew till he was fifty feet long. His hair fell from his now green skin and his arms and legs melted into one. He grew long, thin, saber-like fangs and his eyes were bulbous and yellow. He morphed into the creature from the painting and when he stopped, he looked straight into the Princess' eyes and she in its. She fell lifeless to the floor.

She got what she wanted. He only had eyes for her. For Eternity.

The End


Translated by Droo
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