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My sister and I started writing some Fairy Tales. The following are some of the ones I wrote. Hope you like them.


The Snow King

 

 

Once upon a time there lived a young girl by the name of Emily. She lived in a small castle at the edge of a river, which flowed north towards the winter wonderlands. The kingdom in which she dwelled was christened the Flower City, and each spring the lilacs would bloom so delicately and brightly that people from all over the kingdom would come and celebrate the festival.

So in the spring when the lilacs bloomed Emily walked through the sweet smelling flowers among the crowds of people. But as she went along there came upon the crowd a deathly chill something like a hushed wind. After the small chill there came a forceful wind from the north. It was so strong and so cold that those at the festival were forced to return to their homes. Emily sat at the window of her room and stared into the darkness that covered all the land. She watched as snow and ice and rain fell from the sky onto the Flower City.

At length she was persuaded to go to sleep, but when she awoke in the morning the kingdom was as it had never been before. She pulled back her covers and found the room to be unusually cold. As she slipped her feet into her slippers she found the floor to be covered in a layer of ice. Looking out her high window she saw that the wind had stopped but the bright beautiful spring in which she had dwelt in was covered in snow and ice. The trees were frozen and seemed to be behind glass walls and so were the flowers and plants and even some animals.

Bringing out her winter clothes Emily dressed herself that she might not freeze. She then journeyed through the ice castle down the stairs and out the gate. Many of the servants had frozen in their beds. Indeed even the watchman on top the walls were stuck behind a glass cage. Emily journeyed through the gate of the snow castle out into the cold world, which was now as hard as stone.

She went out to the Highland Park where the festival had begun to be held only the day before. As she journeyed through the frosted gardens she beheld before her but ten yards someone whom she had never laid eyes on before. He wore only a white cloak as a guard against the bitter cold. Yet underneath it he was garbed in fine silk and satin befitting a king. Emily approached him slowly and on hearing her footsteps his frosted blue eyes met hers. He said nothing only stared at her and for a moment she was afraid because his gaze was almost hypnotic. But at length her quiet voice broke the silence.

"Please, Sir, who are you, and from where have you come to reside within the Flower City?"

His voice was soft and almost melodic as he replied.

"I am called Justin, and I have come hence from the winter wonder lands in the north."

Emily paused a moment not sure what to say,

"Please, Sir, do you know what has happened here? It was spring here but yesterday yet today the Flower City is in a cage of Ice and snow."

He smiled,

"I have come hence from the winter wonder lands, to freeze all that is beautiful. For in the lands of the north there resides nothing of beauty apart from the sparkling snow and ice, for the flowers can not bloom there. There is nothing green or any color save white and silver and clear."

"So you have frozen this world of spring and beauty that you may take some of the beauty to your lands?"

He laughed,

"No, I have frozen it that I may come here when I wish and it will always be beautiful here. When I get tired of looking at it I may go back to my land of pure white snow and silver ice. I may rest there until I journey once again back to see the bright beauty of the Flower City."

"But the people here, sir, they are not used to the bitter cold or the harsh wind. If you leave the Flower City frozen like this we will soon perish."

"What do I care about whether the people perish or survive? If they wish for warmth they must leave for I will not."

"But what will happen if they do leave? Will you not get bored with this beauty and seek a beauty of another kind? And so you will freeze one kingdom after another and before long there will be no where left for our people to escape to and we will perish in the frost and snow."

"So be it."

"But sir, will you not be lonely in a world of ice and snow with no one alive save you?"

"Indeed I will not, for you are the first being who has ever spoken a word to me."
"Are you not ever alone? Does it never seem that your heart is aching for some form of communication with life? Or has the cold and solitude so dulled your senses that you have no appreciation of life or company left with in your heart?"

"I have not been dulled by the harsh wind nor have I been dulled by the ice or snow. My senses are still as sharp as anyone’s, whether they dwell in the winter or the heat. I have neither an ache for communication with anything nor an appreciation of life."

"But sir, do you not value what is beautiful?"

"I do."

"And do you not long to see the beauty of the plants which live in the heat of the south?"

"I do."

"Sir, are not plants alive? Are they not a very essential part of life?"

"They are."

"Then, sir, if you long to see the beauty of plants, do you not have an appreciation of life? And if you have an appreciation of life, how is it that you so easily push aside life for your own pleasure?"

"How indeed." He looked around him at the frozen world, "You have a beautiful mind, and I long to give you what ever you wish. What do you wish of me fair maiden?"

"All I wish is that the Flower City may be unfrozen. That the life here may be spared. If you wish you may take with you some of the flowers frozen in bloom. Then you may cherish them and look on them when you will, but please, sir, let the people live. Let them live in the Flower City as it was before ice took hold of it."

"And you beautiful girl, will I ever lay eyes upon you again?"

"You will see me if you come to the Flower City when the winter naturally takes hold of it. For I will still be here when it comes."
"Then, I will grant you what you wish. I will leave here now but will come again when the wind turns cold and the leaves fall from the trees. I will see the princess of the Flower City again. I leave you now." Then he left and was not seen again, save by one girl, named Emily. She saw him in the winter months but when the ground began to thaw he was no longer there. As he left the Flower City that day the snow and ice disappeared and the spring came once again. So came the Snow King to the Flower City.

THE END

 

 

Arielle

Once upon a time in a kingdom by the sea there lived a girl named Arielle. When she was a young girl a young wizard fell in love with her. Arielle however, showed no interest in him. Though he promised her anything she could ever desire and gave her many gifts that no one else could have ever been able to afford to buy her, she refused him. He even built for her a castle, the most beautiful in the land, made out of pure diamonds. No one knew how he had found the diamonds so large to make the beautiful castle. He must have snatched them from some unseen world with his magic. Despite everything he ever gave her Arielle did not love him. After many attempts to win her, the sorcerer grew impatient. So he placed upon her a curse: "On you Arielle, I shall place this wretched spell: you shall dwell within the house, made of precious stones, ne’er will enter even a mouse, you will there be all alone. To secure your presence there, two great beasts will ever watch, no one will see thy beauty fair. No one with you will ever walk. The dragons will guard you day and night, keeping you hidden from everyone’s sight. You will reside deep within, until the day that you give in. No one will ever see you there, save me who locked you up with care."

So she was locked in the castle made of pure stones by the crystal sea. By day a blue dragon of a magnificent hue guarded the castle and none could enter it. By night a purple dragon of equal magnificence guarded the castle and no one could go near it. People across the kingdom passed the castle and gazed up at its beauty but none dared go within a half a mile of it because they feared the dragons. No one ever gazed upon the face of Arielle in those days. No one save the wizard who had locked her there. He was the only one aloud to gaze upon her beautiful face. But often as the people passed by on their way to another town they would hear the voice of the fair maiden and stop and listen for a while. Her voice was carried from her window to the well-worn path on which they traveled. All who heard her voice seemed to be put under a spell because of its explicit beauty. Some would even begin to venture a little nearer to the castle but their spell was soon broken when their eyes fell upon the dragon. Arielle was not aloud outside the castle but was forced to remain inside its sparkling walls at all times.
One day as her clear voice rang out from her high window, a young farm boy was passing by on the road below. He stared up at the window, and though he could not see her from where he stood he was entranced by her beautiful voice. He called out to her,
"Wilt thou not come down, fair maiden?"

Arielle was surprised for no one had ever spoken to her since the day she had been locked in the tower, save the wizard.

"I cannot come down."

"Why can you not?" asked the farm boy.

Arielle laughed,
"The gate is forever sealed by powers which no one save a sorcerer can break, for a sorcerer made them. Even if it were not so, there is a dragon nigh and he will not permit me to pass."
"If this be so I shall scale the wall and come to you."

"Do not be so foolish as to attempt it. For just as the dragon will not permit my leaving, neither will he permit your coming even within sight of me. He will surely devour you before you even reach the moat."
The farm boy thought a moment,

"Is there no way for the gate to be unsealed?"

"Oh, there is a way." She replied.
"Then tell me that I may unseal it and come up to you." He called out.
"The only way," she said, "is if I consent to be his bride, and I will never consent. He thinks he will make me by locking me up, but I am as stubborn as he though I lack magic with which I cuold strive to control others’ lives."

The farm boy laughed.

"Surely, there must be another way."
"There probably is." She replied, "But you are no sorcerer, and you cannot get by the dragons."
"However, impossible this task may seem," he replied, "I must try."
"It is folly." She answered in astonishment that he would think to risk his life just to gaze upon her face.
"I will succeed," he said, "or I will die trying." Then the farm boy went on his way to the town ahead of him.
He returned that night, only to find the blue dragon sleeping and a dragon equally wondrous in its place on watch. He stared at the incredible task before him without fear, but also not sure how to go about completing it. As he waited there in the darkness, he saw down the road the wizard approaching carrying in his hand a lantern. The wizard stopped before him,
"What business have you here at my doorstep?" he asked cautiously.
Thinking quickly the boy replied, "Sir, I have wandered far from a kingdom by the sea, to seek the help of a sorcerer with great powers. I came upon this castle and beheld that it was made entirely of diamonds and I knew that only a wizard of fantastic skill could have created it. I have been awaiting the arrival of such a person to see if he will come by his magnificent creation once again. I seek his help."
The wizard was honored by such praise at his handy work and did not suspect anything of this "foreigner". This being so he replied, "I am the skilled man which you seek council with. What is it that I can do for you?"
"Sir," he replied, "in my country I have fallen under the magical spell of love. But the maiden whose hand I seek to hold forevermore is locked in a tower guarded by great beasts, which I can never hope to defeat with my weak strength. I seek your help that you may instruct me what to do to deter these beasts that I may rescue her from her sorrow and loneliness. I know not how long she has been locked away but I’m sure that her beauty has quite faded since the day she was put there, though, I have never seen her face. I cannot get near enough to even speak with her, but her angelic voice has captured my heart."
The wizard was touched by his story and inquired, "Where is it that your kingdom lies?"
"My kingdom lies south of here on an island far away, I had to get passage on a boat here, and am due back at the port in the morning. The island on which I live has no wizards with any real skill. They are simple magicians doing their tricks as jesters for the king. Do you trust me sir, that I speak the truth?"
The wizard did not even look into the eyes of the farm boy he simply replied,
"I do, and I shall help you in what way I can." He pulled from his coat a small harp made of glass and its strings made of fine twine. "This harp is made of pure magic. Its sound is so fair by whomever plays it, whether they know how or not, that it will put any creature to sleep."
The farm boy thanked the magician, "How shall I ever repay thy kindness? I have no money to offer and no service that would do you any good at all. How will I ever be able to thank you enough, sir?"

The wizard smiled, " This is a gift to you." He said, "I’m sure that your good character will make even a slave the richest woman in the world. Return to your land in peace."
The farm boy left the wizard and went some distance down the road. There he waited until he saw the wizard depart from the castle once again. When the wizard had gone away for an hour, the farm boy took out the magic harp and began to play it as he slowly approached the castle. To his relief the dragons fell into a deep sleep, just as the wizard had said they would. He went to the tower of the castle and called up to the high window from whence the singing had previously come,
"Fair maiden, have thee a rope to lower down?"
Arielle was startled by the voice of the farm boy. She had thought that when he left earlier he had forgotten about her and would ne’er again return.
"I have a rope, here, I will lower it down to you." She then tied the rope to a secure place and lowered it down to where the farm boy waited. He took hold of it and climbed up to her window, with the magic harp strapped to his back.
"Wilt thou come with me to an island in the sea, where there dwell no wizards save those that perform tricks as jesters for the king? Wilt thou come with me and run away from this place where thou have so long been a prisoner? Wilt though come with me and be my bride?"
Arielle stared at him, he had never before even seen her face, indeed with neither moonlight nor starlight that night he could still not see her. He had only heard her voice and some how that was enough for him to love her.
"I will come with you, but what of the dragons? How did you get by them? How did you survive thus far?"
The farm boy smiled,
"I begged a wizard for a way to save my love who was locked in a tower held prisoner by magnificent beasts which I could not hope to overcome."
She stared at him.
"He gave you magic to free me?"
"He did not know whom it was I wished to free." He took her hand and led her to the window. He then lowered her down from the window and as the beasts began to wake he strummed upon the harp and they fell again into their slumber. He told Arielle to go on ahead of him. Before he went down the rope he left the harp on her bed with a note that read:


No beast shall sleep forever, neither shall any maid be locked up forever. No one loved shall be held prisoner by a love that they do not accept and no one who loves will ever force his love upon another.

When the wizard returned he found in place of Arielle the harp he had given to the "foreigner". When he saw it, he was furious. Furious partly, because he had lost Arielle and partly, because he had been outwitted by an uneducated peasant. He was about to search them out, that he might take back Arielle and kill the boy, but then he saw the note the boy had left. The words, which were so true, pierced his heart. Arielle had never accepted his love, neither had she asked for it. If he indeed loved her he would not have tried to force his love upon her. Moreover if his love were truly genuine, no matter how much it hurt him, he would be willing to do anything to make her happy. Anything, even if it meant her finding love with someone else. Then he knew he had to let her go.
The Farm boy and Arielle left the diamond castle and made their home in a forest near the Flower City, which was on the other side of the crystal sea. There they lived happily until at length the farm boy died. Arielle was crushed and took to wandering through the forest.

The wizard did not chase after the couple, but at length he also ventured to the Flower City. There found in the forest the beautiful maiden he had fallen in love with so long ago. Her beauty had much faded since he had last seen her, but his love remained truly bound to her. He offered her once again his love, and seeking a cure for the pain left from the death of her beloved, she accepted the wizard’s love. Though her heart was never completely mended the two lived quite contentedly to the end of their days.
No one is quite sure why Arielle’s beauty, though faded by the time the wizard found her once again, had not withered more quickly. Some suspect that the wizard had given her once, the gift of long life, and slow aging. She was ninety years old when the farm boy died, but she still had the beauty of one in her late twenty’s. None still know to this day when Arielle died. Some even believe that she still lives, always wandering through the forests of the Flower City.