Episode One: Through the Looking Glass
I'm wishing on a star
To follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream
To follow what it means
Yellow taxis lined the edges of the sidewalk in neat little lines. Horns blared in the background, but it was drowned out by the sound of people talking, making conversations undistinguishable from the next. The faceless crowd lurched like driven cattle. That's what they were--cattle driven by machines. Except for one girl.
She looked up idly at the crosswalk sign, the little red man blinking back at her. Then she looked at her watch. Dammit, what was the use of going home a few minutes early from work if you were gonna get held back anyway?
In the corner of her eye, she saw something move in the otherwise static traffic. Something red, like cherry wood... gold flashed in the sunlight. She shrugged and assumed it was nothing until she heard a distinct horse's neigh, and someone's voice calling out.
"Arial, Puck, get a move on!"
Her breath caught, she looked back...and found herself the only one doing so. She was staring back at the emotionless faces of the people waiting to walk, just like her. Suddenly her facial expression changed from that of a bored girl on her way to work to one that made the people behind her feel as if they were the ones looking the wrong way. Then the crosswalk sign changed and the little red man turned white. If she had not moved herself, she would have been pushed by the people behind her. The sound of horses' hooves slowly disappeared, fading back into the sound of people talking and irritated drivers waiting to move.
And I wish on all the rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people who really dream
And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying never comes
And I'm wishing on all the loving we've never done
The crowds lessened as she turned down another street. She passed store after store, casually looking at the reflection in the large windows. She saw a girl with straight blond hair and blue eyes--the same face she had seen each morning for every day of her life--with unmemorable facial features and boring clothes, topped off with a white rain slicker.
Her finger tips itched to touch the glass, but she refused to stop and let the people behind her swarm around her like bees. The buildings that she saw in the glass didn't match the ones she was used to seeing every day, when she took the same path on her way home. They were...too bright? It must have been something about the lighting that day.
When she moved away, white-washed castles reflected in the glass windows, the faint shadows of people inside the store dancing across its surface. Clusters of people continued to walk in front of the window as if it were the most common thing the world.
'Finally,' She thought as she reached the street that led to her house. 'I thought today would never end.'
I never thought I'd see
A time when you would be
So far away from home
So far away from me
She made her way down the lane, unaware of the identical houses that flanked either side of the road, which had turned eerily stone-like. The grass tickled at her ankles as she walked--stupid gardener needed to mow more often...
Reaching the door to her house, she fumbled for her keys. Her mind was elsewhere--there was a good book on arthurian lore sitting on the coffee table for her. She needed something...Something, anything to just get off of her mind how painfully boring New York was. Of course she wouldn't notice the castles that replaced the buildings that usually boxed in her houses. Nor the small, winged human that had just flew by, as it was persued by a flock of talking birds. Just an ordinary day in New York.
At last she got her keys out, managed to open the door, and walked inside.
I'm wishing on a star
To follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream
To follow what it means
Methodically she placed the keys on the hook, shouted to the cook she was home. The cook shouted back with the normal response: her father wouldn't be home until late, dinner would be ready in a half hour. She looked at herself in the mirror and quickly adjusted some rogue hairs sticking to her glossed lips. Suspiciously looking around the room without moving her head, Alice grabbed the book off the coffee table and dashed upstairs before the air could stir.
She made it up the three flights of stairs and to the elusive yet ever- present attic in record time. But this was important, her mind fixed on the mirror she had hidden up here. One of the several, in fact. A full-length panel of glass, a birthday present or something just as silly. Alice took a deep breath, her legs were shaking. She lifted up the dust cover, her face twitching ever so slightly with disgust at the film of dust, and shook it out before meticulously folding it. Setting the folded cloth by her book, she turned to look at the mirror again.
Her reflection.
Alice watched herself breath. Watched dust motes drifting in the stagnate air. Watched blonde hair slide off the white vinyl on her shoulders. She took a step forward and pulled her fist back. She closed her eyes and launched it at the fragile glass.
It didn't hit fragile glass.
Gloved hands gripped her arm, stopping it in mid-flight. Alice opened her eyes and gazed into glassy green ones. It wasn't her reflection. She had chestnut hair and porcelain skin with perfect, doll-like features. Memorable features. Alice opened her mouth to shout when the girl pulled on her arm. Pulling her into the mirror. A piece of paper fluttered out of her pocket a split-second before the coat disappeared, jeans and sandals following. It landed on the floor, writing facing up, reading "call tristan".
Nothing amazing happens here, only the norm.
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Broken Fairy Tales: Senshi of the Ten Kingdoms.
Just the beginnings of our little fantasy...helpful reviews are always welcome, and we promise we won't eat your babies if you like the story. ^_^
The chapters of this story are taken directly from a play-by-email by the same name. Each of the writers, including myself, have given consent to having their work published under this name, with due credit.
'Through the Looking Glass', episode one of Broken Fairy Tales, was written by Sushi and Gena. Proof-read and checked for authenticity by Koi. Love you guys.
'Wishing on a Star' was used for the original opening of the Tenth Kingdom, performed by Miriam Stockley. However, the full version which Broken Fairy Tales used was performed by The Cover Girls.
This is a crossover between 'Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon', and the NBC/Hallmark miniseries 'The Tenth Kingdom', that aired in 1998/1999. 'Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon' and 'The Tenth Kingdom' do not belong to the people who wrote Broken Fairy tales and we do not claim rights to any of the aforementioned television shows. We do, however, claim rights to our original charcters, the Senshi of the Ten Kingdoms. They are copyrighted to their creators.
are you a fan of sailormoon, the tenth kingdom, or just fairy tales? if you're a great writer and willing to contribute, please visit us at our site: www32.brinkster.com/cwmrpg/broken
I'm wishing on a star
To follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream
To follow what it means
Yellow taxis lined the edges of the sidewalk in neat little lines. Horns blared in the background, but it was drowned out by the sound of people talking, making conversations undistinguishable from the next. The faceless crowd lurched like driven cattle. That's what they were--cattle driven by machines. Except for one girl.
She looked up idly at the crosswalk sign, the little red man blinking back at her. Then she looked at her watch. Dammit, what was the use of going home a few minutes early from work if you were gonna get held back anyway?
In the corner of her eye, she saw something move in the otherwise static traffic. Something red, like cherry wood... gold flashed in the sunlight. She shrugged and assumed it was nothing until she heard a distinct horse's neigh, and someone's voice calling out.
"Arial, Puck, get a move on!"
Her breath caught, she looked back...and found herself the only one doing so. She was staring back at the emotionless faces of the people waiting to walk, just like her. Suddenly her facial expression changed from that of a bored girl on her way to work to one that made the people behind her feel as if they were the ones looking the wrong way. Then the crosswalk sign changed and the little red man turned white. If she had not moved herself, she would have been pushed by the people behind her. The sound of horses' hooves slowly disappeared, fading back into the sound of people talking and irritated drivers waiting to move.
And I wish on all the rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people who really dream
And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying never comes
And I'm wishing on all the loving we've never done
The crowds lessened as she turned down another street. She passed store after store, casually looking at the reflection in the large windows. She saw a girl with straight blond hair and blue eyes--the same face she had seen each morning for every day of her life--with unmemorable facial features and boring clothes, topped off with a white rain slicker.
Her finger tips itched to touch the glass, but she refused to stop and let the people behind her swarm around her like bees. The buildings that she saw in the glass didn't match the ones she was used to seeing every day, when she took the same path on her way home. They were...too bright? It must have been something about the lighting that day.
When she moved away, white-washed castles reflected in the glass windows, the faint shadows of people inside the store dancing across its surface. Clusters of people continued to walk in front of the window as if it were the most common thing the world.
'Finally,' She thought as she reached the street that led to her house. 'I thought today would never end.'
I never thought I'd see
A time when you would be
So far away from home
So far away from me
She made her way down the lane, unaware of the identical houses that flanked either side of the road, which had turned eerily stone-like. The grass tickled at her ankles as she walked--stupid gardener needed to mow more often...
Reaching the door to her house, she fumbled for her keys. Her mind was elsewhere--there was a good book on arthurian lore sitting on the coffee table for her. She needed something...Something, anything to just get off of her mind how painfully boring New York was. Of course she wouldn't notice the castles that replaced the buildings that usually boxed in her houses. Nor the small, winged human that had just flew by, as it was persued by a flock of talking birds. Just an ordinary day in New York.
At last she got her keys out, managed to open the door, and walked inside.
I'm wishing on a star
To follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream
To follow what it means
Methodically she placed the keys on the hook, shouted to the cook she was home. The cook shouted back with the normal response: her father wouldn't be home until late, dinner would be ready in a half hour. She looked at herself in the mirror and quickly adjusted some rogue hairs sticking to her glossed lips. Suspiciously looking around the room without moving her head, Alice grabbed the book off the coffee table and dashed upstairs before the air could stir.
She made it up the three flights of stairs and to the elusive yet ever- present attic in record time. But this was important, her mind fixed on the mirror she had hidden up here. One of the several, in fact. A full-length panel of glass, a birthday present or something just as silly. Alice took a deep breath, her legs were shaking. She lifted up the dust cover, her face twitching ever so slightly with disgust at the film of dust, and shook it out before meticulously folding it. Setting the folded cloth by her book, she turned to look at the mirror again.
Her reflection.
Alice watched herself breath. Watched dust motes drifting in the stagnate air. Watched blonde hair slide off the white vinyl on her shoulders. She took a step forward and pulled her fist back. She closed her eyes and launched it at the fragile glass.
It didn't hit fragile glass.
Gloved hands gripped her arm, stopping it in mid-flight. Alice opened her eyes and gazed into glassy green ones. It wasn't her reflection. She had chestnut hair and porcelain skin with perfect, doll-like features. Memorable features. Alice opened her mouth to shout when the girl pulled on her arm. Pulling her into the mirror. A piece of paper fluttered out of her pocket a split-second before the coat disappeared, jeans and sandals following. It landed on the floor, writing facing up, reading "call tristan".
Nothing amazing happens here, only the norm.
****************
Broken Fairy Tales: Senshi of the Ten Kingdoms.
Just the beginnings of our little fantasy...helpful reviews are always welcome, and we promise we won't eat your babies if you like the story. ^_^
The chapters of this story are taken directly from a play-by-email by the same name. Each of the writers, including myself, have given consent to having their work published under this name, with due credit.
'Through the Looking Glass', episode one of Broken Fairy Tales, was written by Sushi and Gena. Proof-read and checked for authenticity by Koi. Love you guys.
'Wishing on a Star' was used for the original opening of the Tenth Kingdom, performed by Miriam Stockley. However, the full version which Broken Fairy Tales used was performed by The Cover Girls.
This is a crossover between 'Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon', and the NBC/Hallmark miniseries 'The Tenth Kingdom', that aired in 1998/1999. 'Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon' and 'The Tenth Kingdom' do not belong to the people who wrote Broken Fairy tales and we do not claim rights to any of the aforementioned television shows. We do, however, claim rights to our original charcters, the Senshi of the Ten Kingdoms. They are copyrighted to their creators.
are you a fan of sailormoon, the tenth kingdom, or just fairy tales? if you're a great writer and willing to contribute, please visit us at our site: www32.brinkster.com/cwmrpg/broken