Me (Numbuh 6.13): Hello, Fanfiction! I-
Rachel: THERE YOU ARE! WHERE WERE YOU?
Me: Um... nowhere?
Wally: No, ya haven't! I asked Muriel and Eustace and Courage, and they said you weren't cruddy there!
Abby: *facepalm*
Me: AS I WAS SAYING, I am here to start a sort of new story, and for the first time, I have not focused on Luna/Bruce!
Luna (as a separate being): Gee, wouldn't have noticed.
Hoagie: Yeah, like that makes any difference. I'm thinking she made a Blythe/Andrei oneshot again.
Me: MUTINY! I DID NOT! I actually made a multi-chapter story involving-
Fanny: Me an' Patton. Ah knew it.
Patton: That is mutiny.
Me: Did I say Fanny and Patton? Huh? DID I?
Everyone else except Rachel: *in a tiny voice* No, sir.
Me: OK, good. AS I WAS SAYING, I made a multi-chapter story involving Yin Hanamizu/Bean-
Yin: YAY!
Yang: *sweatdrop*
Me: -and Matthew Dimalanta.
Everyone else: *ginormous jawdrop*
Matt: Why me?
Me: *matter of factly* In Gamewizard2008's universe (which I partially share), you end up with Miss Hanamizu/Bean here, and I fully intend to support it.
Matt: Why not make a Nigel/Rachel oneshot then?
Nigel: She can't make a Nigel/Rachel story to save her life.
Me: Whatever. Oh, and for the information of my comrades at KND Fanfiction Wiki, I decided it wouldn't involve Rumpel Stiltskin and Fanny and Patton, because I tried it out, and it just... didn't... work. I JUST COULDN'T WRITE OUT RUMPEL'S ATTITUDE, YA HEAR ME?
Rumpel: Blah blah blah, let's just start the story! I don't care if I'm not in it.
Fanny and Patton: *anime tears*
Me: *sweatdrops* You guys made this the longest author's note ever, you know?
Everyone: Yes. Yes we do.
Me: Since when did you guys become Phineas and Ferb characters?
Kuki: ON WITH THE SHOW! I MEAN STORY!
Once upon a time, in a far off land, there was a kingdom. Such a magnificent kingdom it was, because nearly all of the people there were benders of every element. Water, Earth, Fire, Air, Fear, Psychic, Poison,Time, Shadow, Darkness (hold up, isn't that the same as Shadow?) and... uh... Space and Light. Of course, there are people who aren't benders there, but they also play their part.
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There was always peace and balance in the land, for everyone worked together to maintain the balance of life in their kingdom. However, even though the kingdom was peaceful, it was never a happy kingdom, for their ruler was a young prince of the age of 12 who never cared about anyone except himself.
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He was mean, selfish, spoiled and rude, whenever he spoke, for he almost never said a word, because his face and body movements always seems to tell what he wanted to say to a person. It was also bad luck that the prince was a poisonbender, thereby effectively placing poisonbenders in his kingdom in a slightly secluded position, where nearly no one ever paid attention to them.
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Even though he had everything, he would always demand for more from the citizens, making them terrified of him. Even though the prince's servants always came to reassure the townspeople when they were allowed out of the castle, they were never reassured, for they knew of the prince's terrible iron fist.
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However, all that would change on that fateful, stormy November night.
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It was a terrible storm, quite frankly, and everyone in the kingdom were in their houses, safe and sound. However, there was an old lady walking outside, or at least, trying to. She was heading for the castle, because nearly all the homes there in the land had turned her down, and she was hoping that the prince might spare a room for the night for her, just for tonight.
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When she knocked on the castle doors, she was lucky – or unlucky, in your point of view – to be answered by the prince himself, who happened to be skulking around the front entrance. The old woman then offered him a single rose, in return for shelter from the cold and bitter rain.
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Repulsed by her ugly appearance, the prince visibly sneered at the gift and turned her away. The old woman warned him to not be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within, but even after that, the prince's cold heart made him turn her away a second time. And just to make sure she didn't barge in, the prince put a see through barrier of toxic gases as a gate between him and her.
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It was then that the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress, with long, shining ebony hair, paired with shining brown eyes. Her dress was a pure pale green, and it was decorated with intricate designs of vines and leaves and pure white flowers. A small tiara of white flowers rested on her hair. In one of her hands, the rose was now shining with an enchanted pink glow as she floated slightly above ground.
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The prince, now thoroughly sorrowful, tried to apologize to the beautiful enchantress, but it was too late, for the enchantress had seen there was no love in his heart, and would never have any until she did something about it. She would have killed him on the spot, but she was too kind hearted, and would never harm a soul.
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And now, as she quietly watched the prince sink to his knees, begging for forgiveness, she felt a twinge of pity for the prince, and, instead of performing a spell that would kill him on the spot, she gently touched the prince's head, and murmured a few words. Suddenly, he became a lithe black dragon, only barely reaching the enchantress' height. It was also at that moment that the enchantress placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all its inhabitants, turning them into inanimate objects, who could now move with their own free will.
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Ashamed of his draconic form, the prince concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. He hated himself, and his lithe, beastlike form, and large, batlike wings, and refused to show himself to his citizens.
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The rose that the enchantress had given was truly an enchanted rose, floating on a table, and protected by a glass container. It would bloom until his 18th birthday, just so long as it wasn't touched by a mere mortal's hands. If he learned to love another, and earn her love in return when the last petal on the rose fell, then the spell would be broken. However, if he failed to do so before the last petal fell, he would be doomed to remain a dragon for all eternity.
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The day after it happened, the kingdom was transformed into a vast forest of blackened dead trees, with the villagers transported to a different place. There, on the outskirts of the forest, was a road, where another town had sprung up, unaware of the black monster that silently watched them from his castle with his magic mirror
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As the years passed, the prince fell into despair, and lost all hope for the curse to be broken.
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"I'm a monster..." He had whispered to himself one say.
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For who could ever learn to love a beast?
