Chapter 1:
I keep to myself in the the corner of the Poison Apple inn. Most of the people who come here are lowly criminals or famous fairytale villains. And when a villain's story ends, they end up here, washed up and useless. The newest villain, is none other than Prince Charming himself.
He comes strolling in, as predicted, acting like he owns the place.
'Right on time.' I think. Charming comes dangerously close to me, and I pull my drink away from him. It's not like I was planning on drinking from the cup, since I know Mabel spits in the glasses, but I still don't want his filth near it.
'Speech in 3...2...1.' Charming starts rattling on about how it's unfair how villains never get to have our side of the story told and blah, blah, blah. I really don't care, because Charming will just lose in the end. How do I know this? Well A: He's a villain, and villains are always defeated.
B: I'm kind of a seer.
The rest of the evil doers agree to help Charming out and in doing so, a riot breaks out. As scheduled, I might add. I re-adjust the bandage that covers my eyes and lower my hood. Slipping off the bar stool, I walk towards the exit.
I'm just about to slip out into the night, when someone grabs me from behind. It's Charming, his energy sickeningly sweet and dashing. He must be holding another Fuzzy Navel in his hand and trying to get my attention with the trademark dashing smile most princes are known for. I rolls my eyes at him, even though he can't see them.
"And where do you think you're going? Why don't you join in the festivities and help us plot the fall of Far Far Away?" I roll my eyes again. Like I would expect him to understand. I saw everything, his past, present, and future the moment he walked through those doors.
As planned by the fates, Shrek would find the next heir to the throne and that heir would defeat Charming, killing him in the process. This would all happen in six days. The poor guy had less than a week to live.
But, no matter, because I was going to be long gone by the time it all happened. Shrugging his grip on my arm off I lift up my covered eyes to meet his. "Sorry, but I'm not one for being on the losing side." He tries to grab at me again, but I'm quick to avoid his arm. By the time he's regained his stance, I'm already lost to the night.
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Have you ever wondered how it happens? How every fairy tale character is in the right place at the right time? How every villain knows everything? Well, you can thank me.
That's right. I'm the one who sets every single fairytale story in motion. I was the one who told the Evil Queen about the Magic Mirror, and the one who told Princess Fiona that she was expecting, and told Lord Farquad to seek out the Magic Mirror and banish all magical creatures to Shrek's swamp, and the one who introduced the Wicked Stepmother to Cinderella's father. Without me, none of these people would get their happy endings.
Why do I do all of this? Because that's what the fates tell me to do. You see, I'm actually the rarely talked about fourth sister of the fates. I'm younger than all of my sisters, so I got assigned to set everything in motion. Whenever a story needs to be set in motion, my sisters send me a vision. That's why I'm blind, you see.
My sisters had tried doing the vision thing with me when I had sight, but I kept blacking out and ended up missing key moments to set the story in motion. Ever heard of the tale of the Lilia, the princess who turned into a dragon? Or how about Prince Derek, who defeated the mighty bear that guarded the Princess Rose Red?
Yeah, that's because those were the stories that I was supposed to set in motion. But since I blacked out and missed the key moments, they were never set in motion. So my sisters decided that it would be better that I was blind so I wouldn't black out and miss the critical moments. But along with my visions, I see the past, present, an future of all I meet. I'm also pretty good with a dagger and crossbow, which is how I earned my living with the mortals.
I had just gotten another vision from my sisters and so now, I was currently waiting to see Shrek. "State your business." Shouts a guard from above. Sighing, I pull down my hood, "Honestly Sterling? I'm here at least three times a week, do you really need to ask my business here?"
"Oh, sorry Celeste! Didn't recognize you. Raise the gates!" Sterling shouts to the other guards. I nod to where I think he is and continue on down the way. Another guard is standing in where I think the doorway is. "Celeste."
"Hello David. I was hoping I could talk to Shrek about some important business."
"Of course. Go right on in."
He opens was sounds like a door and I walk through. There are three energies in the room, and I focus on the one I want. I head over to where I sense the ogre's energy. "Are you Shrek?" I hear him turn to face me.
"Yeah, who's asking?"
"Oh, forgive my rudeness. My name is Celeste, fourth sister of the Fates. But you may also know me as, The Story Maker." I hear a gasp that comes from who I think is the donkey.
"Shrek, do you know who this is? She's the one who sets every fairytale that has ever been in motion. Without her, none of would have ever met! All hail the mighty Celeste." I wince at his excitement.
"Calm down Donkey. Besides, if she's here, it can't be good, right?"
"I take offense to that, Sir Shrek. After all, it's never good when I'm not here." I feel him getting nervous, so I back off. "But, no matter. I'm here to tell you that I know where you can find the next heir.