Princess and the Koopa.
After a long week, I'm finally back! While I was away, I kept thinking of new ideas to write about. Then I watched Beauty and the Beast, and the idea hit me. Thus Princess and the Koopa was born. So I'll start writing this along with my other main story plus the odd funny oneshot here and there. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!
Prologue
Centuries ago, deep in a mysterious forest, there was a great castle ruled by a selfish young prince. He was to be raised as a kind and just ruler. But after his parents died prematurely when he was but a child, over time he became spoiled and prideful.
One night, during a fierce winter storm, an old woman knocked on the prince's castle door, asking for shelter from the bitter wet and cold weather. Seeing the ugly haggard appearance of the weary traveler, he told her to leave. But then the old lady held out a single, bright orange flower as a token to the prince, warning him to not be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And once again he rejected her.
This time the repulsive elderly woman showed her true form, a beautiful young enchantress with long flowing green hair, a shining white robe, and a golden staff topped with a glowing blue orb. Upon seeing the old woman transform into her true self, the prince bowed and begged for forgiveness, but it was too late. The enchantress had seen that there was no love in his heart. As punishment, she cursed the prince and turned him into a hideous reptilian beast, and put a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.
Ashamed of his horrific form, the monster concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror serving as his only window to the outside world. The orange flower the enchantress offered, was truly magical, for it would bloom until the prince's twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return, before the flower had completely wilted, spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a monster for all time.
As the years past, he fell into despair, and lost all hope. For who could ever learn, to love a monster?
Present Day
The sun slowly rose above the small village. It was fall, and the trees were all various shades of yellow, orange, and red. And walking on a path towards the small village, there was a beautiful young maiden with long hair as brown as the earth beneath her feet. She wore a simple white dress with a rectangular piece of intricately designed fabric going down the middle, with brown boots that matched her hair covering her feet. It was Zelda, the twenty year-old daughter of the local inventor.
Zelda was on her way to do the daily errands in town while her father worked on his latest contraption. She passed by the waking buildings, listening to the all-too-familiar "hellos", "good mornings", and "how are yous" that she had been hearing for as long as she could remember.
"There must be more then this simple life." She said to herself. Tired of the same old routine, she longed for change from the dull, unchanging atmosphere she has lived with since being born.
Not needing to get anything in particular today, Zelda headed for the town's little library. Considering she was one of the only people in the town that used it, she had a deep passion for reading; the rest of the folks around her thought the young maiden rather odd.
"It must be because her father is not all right in the head as well." Some would say. There was no question, Zelda and her father were different then the others.
Entering the library, Zelda came up to the store's owner, Olimar. He was a rather short man, with squinty eyes, almost no hair on his head except for three small brown tufts, and an amusing personality. Nobody is sure where he came from. Five years ago he showed up at the town, set up the library, and that was that.
When asked where exactly he came from, he answered with an air of mystery, "A distant land."
Since having met him, Zelda had come to know the bookkeeper quite well, and always visited him whenever she came into town.
"Hello Olimar." She greeted cheerfully, "Got any new books for me?"
The librarian gave Zelda a smile and replied, "Nope, not since yesterday."
"Oh, well I'll just take this one." Zelda said as she pulled a blue book from a shelf.
"But you've read it three times already!"
"I know, but I just can't put it down! It has knights and spells and castles. I love it!"
Rubbing his chin, Olimar decided to let her keep the book, seeing as how much she liked it.
"Oh no I couldn't!" She declined.
"Oh but I insist. Take it."
"Thank you, that's very kind of you!" Leaving the library, with her new book in hand, Zelda started back home.
Keeping her eyes glued to the pages, the young maiden didn't notice the odd stares people would give her. Not that she would have cared anyway if she did know.
Reaching the edge of town, Zelda heard a gun shot piercing though the quiet, peaceful air. Ignoring it, she continued on her way.
Meanwhile, a flock of geese were flying south for the winter, only one wasn't going to make it that far. It had been shot, and was falling toward the ground.
Once the bird hit the earth, a portly man with a zig-zag moustache wearing a yellow shirt with purple overalls came up to put it in a bag. Upon doing so, he returned to a random building a little ways off from where he had collected his prize. Standing under it was a tall, well built man with blonde hair. He wore a tight leather outfit with bronze colored huntsman boots, along with a belt to hold his hand gun, which he had used to bring down the goose previously mentioned.
"Wow, you never miss a shot Captain Falcon!" The shorter man congratulated. "You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!"
Blowing the smoke away from his gun, Falcon replied with a smug smirk, "I know Wario."
Continuing his praise, Wario said, "No beast alive stands a chance against you! And no girl for that matter!"
"It's true Wario." Falcon said. "And I've got my sight set on that one." He added as he pointed his gun toward Zelda, who was several feet away.
"The inventor's daughter?" Wario questioned.
"She's the one, the lucky girl I'm going to marry."
"Yes, but-but she." But Captain Falcon ignored his companion's stuttering and walked over to Zelda.
"Good morning Zelda." He said with fake sweetness.
"Good morning Falcon." Zelda replied, not looking away from her book. "Not him again…"
Falcon grabbed the book from her hands, a sly smirk on his face.
"Captain Falcon may I have my book please?"
"How can you read this? There's no pictures!" He said as he skimmed though the pages.
"Well some people use there imagination."
Falcon gave her an annoyed look and tossed the book into a muddy puddle behind him. Before Zelda could reach for the blue covered object, he stepped right in front of it. "Zelda, you need to get your head out of those books and think about more important things. Like me."
Going around and getting her book, Zelda continued on her way. "I'm really sorry, but I've got to get back home and help my father, good by."
Wario suddenly jumped forward. "Ha! Mario, that crazy old loon! He'll need all the help he can get!" At this statement he and Falcon started laughing hysterically.
"Hey don't talk about my father that way!" Zelda shouted in defense.
"Yeah, don't talk about her father that way!" Captain Falcon quickly added as he conked Wario on the head.
"My father is a genius! He's not crazy!" at these words an explosion, followed by a cloud of smoke, burst from her cottage that was just a stone's throw away. Running towards it, she left behind the two obnoxious men, who continued laughing.
Upon reaching her humble little home, she immediately went down to the cellar, where she knew her father would be working. Coughing from the dusty smoke, she found him stuck in a barrel, grumbling unmentionable words.
After Zelda helped him out, the inventor exclaimed, "I'll never get this stupid machine to work!" Mario had been trying to build an automatic wood-cutter, but so far all it had managed to do was blow up. He wore brown work shoes, a red shirt that wasn't tucked in all the way, and blue overalls with one strap undone.
Walking up behind her father, putting her hands on his shoulders, Zelda said with a reassuring voice, "Yes you will Papa, and you'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow."
"Do you really believe that?"
"I don't see why not!"
With new found vigor, Mario jumped up with glee. "Well, what are we waiting for? I'll have this thing up and running in no time! Hand me that wrench will you?"
After getting under the machine to make adjustments, Mario asked, "So, did you have fun in town today?"
"I guess." Zelda said solemnly. Thinking for a moment, she asked him her own question. "Papa, do you think I'm weird?"
Coming out from under the wood-cutter, Mario wore a pair of magnifying goggles, giving him a rather strange appearance. "My daughter, weird? Where would you get an idea like that?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's just that I don't have anyone to talk to."
"How about that Captain Falcon fella? He's nice and handsome."
Rolling her eyes, Zelda added, "Yes, and conceded and rude and stuck-up. No, he's not for me."
Climbing out once again from under the machine, Mario said. "Alright, let's give it a try." Pulling down the lever, they both stood back and held there ears, bracing for the worst.
The contraption shuddered and shook, spouting steam and smoke as all the mechanical parts started to operate. After a few tense seconds, the ax situated on the front of the invention swung down, chopping the wood blow it.
"It works! It works!" Mario shouted with joy. "I'm off to the fair!"
A few minutes later, the invention was strapped to a cart, which was to be pulled by Epona, the family's faithful horse.
"So long Papa! Good luck!" Zelda called as she waved her hand good by.
"Good by Zelda! Take care of things while I'm gone!" And with that, he was on his way.
Yeah, I don't think I did my best here. But whatever, I'm sure things will get better once the story gets going. Remember to review!