Hey everyone,
I am starting a new story.
Don't worry, I promise "When Worlds Collide" will be continued as well. I've hit quite a few snags plot-wise so bear with me... I promise it will be continued with CHRISTMAS Vacation. (Pardon the enfases... and bad spelling)
On a lighter note I decided to put some of te BEST books and lines from books into my favorite fairy tale EVER...
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No, I'm not cusing, but I do want someone to be able to find out what story it is sometime in the first couple chapters... it will become quite obvious quite soon... so look out.
High in a castle beyond Death Mountain a great storm raged dark and dreary. A man paced back and forth, wringing his hands bitterly. As he paced his mind raced with thoughts of vengeance and anger. He stopped before his window looking down upon the rest of the land. A war has just ended between this land and a neighboring land. A peace was formed from it, much to this man's disapproval.
"Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by the son of Harkinian;
And all the clouds that lowered upon their house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are their brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Their bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Their stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Their dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Cursed by the goddesses for my practice sent
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
To send the kings' descendants both into ruin
For the sake of the other into death, they crawl
And if King Harkinian be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should that King of Termina closely be mew'd up,
About a prophecy, which says that 'G'
Of Harkinian's people the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: for that day
Shall come too soon."
In the tenth year of King Aang and Queen Katara's reign over the land of Hyrule the couple was blest with a gift from the goddesses. They were given a son. In honor of the goddesses who blest them with such a marvelous gift, they named him Fiero which means "precious gift." As he grew older his parents were pleased to see him become a most gracious and kind man. They knew deep within their hearts that he would become a good king indeed.
One day as the king and queen and company sat in the throne room as a scop related the great battles with the dark wizard Ganon. As the tale finished a herald walked in and bowed low to the dignitaries.
"Good King and Queen," he said when he was given permission to stand, "Young Prince Fiero has made an inquiry for your sake for an audience with their majesties in private. He wishes for your good graces to look upon his request with much consideration.
King Aang looked to his wife and smiled, "Oh course we shall see him," he said beaming, "Send him in at once!"
The herald bowed and left the room. In a few moments the door opened once more and half of a figure entered. He stopped in the entrance and spoke to someone nearby. He soon finished entering the room and made his way to the grand thrones. He knelt before the throne and bowed his head respectfully.
"My gracious King and Queen," he said, looking up at his parents.
"My royal son," The king said nodding.
Fiero took in a deep breath and began, "As you know I have come of age to be married."
"Yes, my son," the Queen said with a gentle smile.
"And," he continued, "I have been presented with many wonderful maidens for a future bride, Ladies of great report, Princesses of other lands, and other such nobles."
"This is true my son," the king said intrigued.
"But, as noble and fair as each lady is," he took another deep breath, "none has caught my eye as a future wife."
The King and Queen were taken aback by this.
"Yet one maiden has caught mine eye definitely. I know she is a lady of good report and noble potential…"
"But," the Queen prompted.
"But," The Prince continued, "She is a maid in our palace. She is not of noble birth, but humble, and she is not of any noble blood."
The Queen looked to the King and smiled sweetly, "My son and noble Prince, I know your judgment in character is good and your loyalties lie with Hyrule. You wish only what is best for your people."
Fiero held his breath.
"That is why I wish to meet this young maiden and see if she will be able to handle the responsibility as Queen. Send her in as soon as possible."
Fiero seemed to jump at her words. He bowed once more.
"Great and gracious Queen, She who is blest among many nations, know now that the maiden you are about to meet is worthy of the crown not because of blood, but because of character. Please, be soft with her for I do love her."
Queen Katara closed her eyes and thought of her own circumstances no more than thirty years before. She was pleased to hear her son say he loved this maiden.
Fiero left quickly. He opened the door and leaned out of it for a moment. He looked back to his parents who motioned for him to continue. He nodded and went through the door. In a few moments he opened he door once more and led a dark haired girl down to the thrones. She kept her head down and her hair fell over her face. When he stopped she curtsied daintily. When she looked up once more her eyes met immediately with the Queen's. As the Queen descended from the throne their eyes remained fixed upon one another, the maiden's royal green eyes to the Queen's loyal blue. They seemed to mirror one another indefinitely.
Katara looked upon the maiden for a few moments. The maid never moved.
"What is your name my dear?"
The maid raised an eyebrow slightly, "El-Elphaba, your majesty."
The Queen nodded kindly and turned to the King.
The King stood and stretched his hand for her to take.
"My situation is not far from your own, my son. For your father was a commoner as well. I know that this maiden will be a fine Queen. You have our approval, Fiero."
They were married that spring.
For those of you who hav no idea what Mr. I'm-the-bad-guy-in-the-mountain said... let me summarise:
"War is over, peace is present in Hyrule and the surrounding countries... Damn it. All these people are happy now and getting it on with the ladies while I can't hol down a girlfriend for a day because I'm so damn ugly. Alright, fine... I'll be the villain then. I'll kill the decendant of King Harkinian of Hyrule and blame it on the people of Termina and their king -G-aiden. BUt no one is to know until I say so."
I like having Aang/Katara & Fiero/Elphaba in this story. I was tempted to make it a musical. ;)
There isn't much for plot with this but bear with me. It's coming.