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metamorphosis2012-01-21 09:28 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-01-21 09:28 pm
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Title: greed
Rating: G
another short fairytale. No basis this time.
Once upon a time, there lived a spoiled little princess. She was selfish and mean and childish, and although this could all be excused by her age (she was twelve years old) her mistreatment of her playmate, another young girl (three years her senior), could not. Day in and day out the princess would beat and slap her playmate; she threw her belongings into the fireplace and locked her in a room under the floor. No matter how much she might cry or beat against the floorboards, the princess wouldn't let her out and, after a time, she realized this and stayed quiet, willing away her fears of the dark. The darkness became a blessing; it gave her the chance to think and plan her escapes. She never acted on them, too afraid of the princess to do anything, but it was still fun to pretend she was going to leave one day.
One day, that pretend became real; a high lady from the neighboring kingdom adopted her and took her away and dressed her in the finest clothes she had ever seen, save on the princess. She was taught to read and write, among other noble things, and she grew into a powerful young woman over the years. On her twentieth birthday, as she was visiting her hometown, she saw a young beggar woman with the most beautiful golden curls – and they were curls she would recognize anywhere. It was the princess, cast into poverty and ruin, something she had never known. The former princess was streaked with mud and ash, and she sat quietly on her knees until people passed her, to which she cried out piteously for coin. None so much as stopped for her – none, save her former playmate.
“If you hadn't been so wicked,” she scolded, “then you would have found happiness just as I have. But I am a kind-hearted lady; I have not grown up as you have. You may have three gold pieces, but that is all you get. May God have pity on you.”
And so she dropped three golden coins into the outstretched hands, to which the former princess cried and kissed her feet for. The former princess never grew wealthy again, nor did she ever wed or have children; she died alone and in poverty, while her former playmate died comfortably and with two children, and a grandchild on the way.
Rating: G
another short fairytale. No basis this time.
Once upon a time, there lived a spoiled little princess. She was selfish and mean and childish, and although this could all be excused by her age (she was twelve years old) her mistreatment of her playmate, another young girl (three years her senior), could not. Day in and day out the princess would beat and slap her playmate; she threw her belongings into the fireplace and locked her in a room under the floor. No matter how much she might cry or beat against the floorboards, the princess wouldn't let her out and, after a time, she realized this and stayed quiet, willing away her fears of the dark. The darkness became a blessing; it gave her the chance to think and plan her escapes. She never acted on them, too afraid of the princess to do anything, but it was still fun to pretend she was going to leave one day.
One day, that pretend became real; a high lady from the neighboring kingdom adopted her and took her away and dressed her in the finest clothes she had ever seen, save on the princess. She was taught to read and write, among other noble things, and she grew into a powerful young woman over the years. On her twentieth birthday, as she was visiting her hometown, she saw a young beggar woman with the most beautiful golden curls – and they were curls she would recognize anywhere. It was the princess, cast into poverty and ruin, something she had never known. The former princess was streaked with mud and ash, and she sat quietly on her knees until people passed her, to which she cried out piteously for coin. None so much as stopped for her – none, save her former playmate.
“If you hadn't been so wicked,” she scolded, “then you would have found happiness just as I have. But I am a kind-hearted lady; I have not grown up as you have. You may have three gold pieces, but that is all you get. May God have pity on you.”
And so she dropped three golden coins into the outstretched hands, to which the former princess cried and kissed her feet for. The former princess never grew wealthy again, nor did she ever wed or have children; she died alone and in poverty, while her former playmate died comfortably and with two children, and a grandchild on the way.