Hello. My username is Violindance7 and this is my first ever attempt at fan fiction. This is going to be a genderbent retelling of the 2011 movie Red Riding Hood. I liked that it was a dark retelling of the original tale, and decided to genderbend this instead of the original fairy tale. Hope you like it and feel free to review.
Disclaimer: I do not own the original story, Little Red Riding Hood, nor the 2011 movie, Red Riding Hood.
The Boy in Red
A Genderbent Fanfiction
By Violindance7
Prologue: The Village
Once upon a time, there was a village called Daggerhorn. It was a small village, so small that every person knew each other. It wasn't as prosperous as the towns that supposedly existed beyond the vast forest, but the people survived. Though some people in the village could argue if it was worth it to survive, if the people did not live. For you see, every person in Daggerhorn lived in fear. They feared the world beyond the stone walls of the village and the things they could not see nor understand. But most of all, they feared the Wolf.
For as long as anyone could remember, the villagers were slaves to the Wolf. Every full moon, one villager was chosen to make a sacrifice in the form of livestock. For the villagers, one cow or three chickens was the difference between starvation and barely surviving. But no matter how steep the price, every villager was willing to choose the risk of starvation over incurring the Wolf's wrath.
But even if the Wolf received its offering, several villagers refused to venture beyond the village gates for very long. Only during the day, the woodcutters would leave the village and cut their wood and bring it back to the village. The only person to live outside the stone walls was a hermit known simply as "Grandmother." Being the only person to survive beyond the stone walls made her a symbol of wisdom, and a topic of gossip. But most villagers simply let her be.
Though she was called Grandmother, she only had two grandsons. The elder grandson, Lucius, was what you would expect from a grandson. He was obedient and well-behaved, with dark hair and brown eyes that allowed him to blend in with the rest of the villagers. The younger grandson, Val, was the complete opposite. Val always got into trouble, and always stuck out with hair the color of fresh corn and rather unusual green eyes that always gave villagers the feeling that they were looking into the eyes of something not quite human.
As they grew older, both boys became more set in their ways. Lucius lost any sense of adventure he had as a boy and began to think of his future, most likely as a woodcutter like his father. Val, on the other hand, only gained a greater taste for adventure. With each passing day, he felt the need to escape the village. To see the world beyond the village gates, like his friend, Petra, whose father took her away from the village when they were young. But most of all, he wanted to face the Wolf.
This is the story of Val, the boy in red, and the Wolf.