Fairy tales Where do they end?
Can that tainted sequence be a fairy tale?
Even so, I still want to dream about happy endings.
Fairy tales always have happy endings.
Stan Marsh walked down the streets of South Park, the same old stores with the same old things people would usually buy. He sighed in knowing this was nothing much he could do, he could spend time with his boyfriend Kyle, but sadly they weren't talking to each other because Kyle wanted to give birth to Stan s child which wasn't possible!! He sighed in frustration and continued to walk, it was now dark in South Park and he was the only there, he lifted his head and huffed some air around him. As he walked he noticed a store down an alley he was passing.
'That's new' He thought curiously. He then out of curiosity walked to through the alley and looked around the store, it was just an ordinary store, and hats were hanging on their hangers. 'I wonder what they sell' He continued to ponder. He turned the knob and opened the door; the store was a boring little place. It was just ....there.
"Curiosity kills the cat" A voice said in the store, Stan looked for the source of the voice. There sitting reading a book was a man in a green stripped suit, and tall green stripped hat, his skin was pale, while his hair embellished the fashion as it was light green.
"You're the owner of the store?" Stan questioned. The man merely glanced at the teenager before him and then layed his eyes once more at his book. "What exactly do you sell here?" The man this time put his book down and leaned on his chair.
"Fairy Tales.." He replied, Stan stared at the man skeptically.
"Fairy tales? Tch, they're not real, why would you waste your time in things like that?" The man s stare became of a bore.
"Not real you say?" A smirk snaked around the green suited man; he then lifted his left hand and motioned for Stan to come closer. The teenager at first hesitated, but did as he was motioned to do. "Here's a little story that's beautiful, but morose. Pull up a chair and have a listen" Stan looked like he was about to here a story about World War 2, just like his grandfather.
'Just great, now I'm stuck here until he finishes' He thought boredly, he pulled up a chair as he said and tried as much he could to listen.
"Every fairy tale begins with the birth of a child"
There once lived a couple in England who had not much money, but they lived happily. The woman was to be believed the most beautiful woman among the town. She had long, smooth, shinny hair. Her skin was as white as snow and smooth, and her lips were as red as cherry. The young woman's eyes were of sky blue; her figure was very nicely done as all the curves could always be shown in the clothes she wore. Now even though she was very beautiful she wasn't very wealthy, for you see both of her parents were only shoe and clothes markers. Though she wasn't rich she was very happy, then one day she met a man that was considered the strongest and bravest man around.
The man had short, beautiful brown hair that was always held in a pony tail. He too had skin as white as snow, his eyes were dark brown. The young man always worked around heavy duty things, so when the time came his body was brought very muscular and tall. All the clothes he wore always brought about his muscular tone. Though he might have been the strongest and bravest man around he wasn't at all wealthy. All the work he always slaved for never earned him enough money and since both of his parents died in his child birth he never knew what is was to fall in love or to love that is until he met the woman of his dreams.
It was considered love at first sight, and as they talked they noticed they had much in common. After days and days of watching and meeting each other they decided to marry one another. The young man proposed to his one and only love, while the woman said yes their biggest obstacle came upon the blessing of the young woman's parents. As they both headed towards her home he became a little nervous for he had never done this before in his life. When it came to the time the young woman's parents quickly responded "No" to the situation. They knew that their daughter could marry someone much richer and handsome. They quickly separated the couple warning the young man never to show his face around their daughter again. Both the young woman and man felt broken for they could not meet or see each other ever again. One day as the man worked an idea was brought up in his mind, once he finished working he quickly ran towards his lover's window.
"My Lady! My Lady!" He shouted, the young woman quickly opened her window to see her prince standing out on front. Though she was very concerned for her parents only left a few minutes ago to buy supplies that needed tending in the house.
"You should not be here my love! My parents will quickly return and if my father see s you, you are surely to die" The young man smirked, but smiled sweetly to his lady.
"My Lady if my day is to come, then let it be so, but I want to be married to you as soon as possible" The woman surprised by the man's words didn't know what to say.
"How? It is not possible! My parents will never allow it!"
"My love we will run away! Be married in secret and live of life or joy and happiness" The young woman smiled by her loves idea and nodded in delight.
"I shall, I shall! When do we exceed with your plan?"
"Tonight, when the moon rises in its highest I come back to your window and call for you" He explained, the woman agreeing nodded happily.
"Then I await for you my love" She said. The young man bowed and left her house hold. Later on that night, the young man grabbed his bag and carried many things he could fit in it so that they could eat along the journey. The town they were to escape to was three days away from here, so he needed to be prepared. Once the moon as at its highest he went towards the young woman's window.
"My love! My love! I came as promised!" He said as he made sure he did not use his loudest for her parents were still asleep. The window opened showing the princess he was waiting for. "Are you ready my love?"
"Yes, yes I am!" She replied, she then jumped down her window as the young man caught her. "Where is the path you are taking me?" She questioned as she met his eyes as he met hers.
"A town three days away from here" She nodded in response and then they both hurried towards the woods which showed them the road they needed. When the morning came the parents of the beautiful daughter were shocked to find her window open and a note left behind telling them that she was running away. They were incomplete shame and said not another word about it. Once the couple arrived to the town they quickly as the young man said were to be married and once they were they lived off to find a new place to live. They searched for days, but finally found the perfect house in which they could inhabit in. It wasn't exactly the most beautiful house around, but it was suitable in which they could live in. To continue they're living the man worked as always as the woman tried to get a little money here and there mending dresses and making hats. Though they had barely any money they were both happy, that is until the young man found out that his wife was pregnant.
"Husband we barely have enough money to feed ourselves, how are we going to take care of a child?" The young man's wife question in sadness. There plan was to be forever single life without children, but as karma would have it, his wife was to bare his seed. He had no idea what to do, or how to handle whatever fate brought next.
"My wife, we have no choice but to sell the child when it is brought to the world" The young woman could not believe what she heard from her husband's mouth.
"How could you say such a thing?!" She yelled in anger, even though they barely had enough to eat that didn't mean she wanted to sell her one and only baby!
"Listen to what you are saying! When the child is born we will have nothing for it to feed, it would practically die from starvation" The words were true, but too hurtful to listen to. The young woman cried over knowing that there was no other choice. "I know it hurts my dear, but it would hurt more if our child dies from our hands" The woman sniffled trying to calm herself down.
"Would we ever be able to see it again my love?" She questioned as she looked at her husband's eyes searching for an answer. The man in the other hand knew they would even see it again, but he didn't want his wife knowing that.
"But of course my dear, I will personally make sure you will get to carry it for when it's born" The woman delighted by the idea hugged her husband and he returned it as well.
"When do we say the word?" She asked as she continued to hug him. The young man caressed his wife's beautiful smooth long blond hair.
When you are eight months The young woman pushed away a little to stare at her husband s face.
"But I'm already 4 months" He smiled and kissed her.
"Then you are able to hold our child for another 4 months"
4 months later
The young man as he said spreaded the word over his wife's child and how he wanted to sell it. My people were mortified and others thought it was only a joke, but the poor man couldn't get someone to sell his child to. Both man and wife were doomed to have this baby brought in this world that they knew they could never take care of. Three days later, there arrived a demon in England who had a meeting with the queen. As he walked among the town he started to hear rumors from the villagers.
"He's doing what?" One would say.
"So he's selling his wife's child? Has he no heart?!" Another would say. Now the demon was not one to follow gossip or rumors, but he was curious over the said child. He then walked towards a random villager and asked.
"Where is the man that is selling his child?" The villager only took one glance towards the stranger and then glared at him.
"What do you care?!" He spat. The demon narrowed his eyes and then clutched the man's collar and growled.
"I Don't. And I advise you to hold your tongue; you are talking to the son of Satan" The man widen his eyes and quickly came towards an apology.
"I'm sorry I did not mean to, yes the man he lives down that road, it's the last house you'll see." And with that the demon let go of the pathetic man in front of him and walked towards the direction he pointed to. When arrived to the location, he noticed that it was a small house, a very small house.
"I could find better housing in a dump" The dark prince stated as he walked to the house. He knocked and waited until someone opened the door. A beautiful young woman stared at a dark stranger.
"M-may I help you?" She asked in a very polite way, to the demon he noticed that the woman before him was already on her last month of pregnancy.
"I was informed that a man lived here was selling his child" It wasn't a question it was a statement and he wanted an answer. The woman took another good look at the man.
"Yes, yes he is. Please come inside, we can talk business there" As the woman wavered the stranger to come inside the demon did as he was told. They walked until they made their way into what he believed was the dining room. "Husband, there is a man here taking the offer of the child" Her husband quickly stood the meet the man, but stood in shock when he found out who he was.
"The names Damien, I am the son of Satan" He stated.
"You are interested in buying our child? Why?" He questioned in having second thoughts of this whole ordeal.
"That is none of your concern" Damien replied with coldness in his voice. "How much are you selling?"
"A hundred thousand pounds of gold"
"That would be fine" The demon replied as he carried out the bag of gold from his pocket and layed it on the table. The young man coughed as he saw the bag open with the coins coming out of it.
"Would you like the child when it's born?" Damien rose an eyebrow in question.
"You mean you do not know it's gender yet?" They both looked at each other; the woman shook her head as did the husband. "If it is to be a girl then I will return for the money, but if it s a boy I will return on his 6th birthday to retrieve him. I will send a messenger to inform me in which the gender is for when it is born" And with that said the demon walked out of the house. When he was out of sight the couple quickly prayed to their lord that it would become a girl. 2 weeks later the child was born and to the parents disappointment it was a baby boy. The father noticed the messenger because it was a dark raven looking towards both of the couple and his son, he sighed knowing that his actions were the one of sin.
As the couple held the child they made sure they protected him from anything or anyone. Though the couple did not know what to name their child. As three days passed they still did not know what to name him, suddenly there was a knock on their door. The young man opened the door while the woman held her child, there on their door step was a very beautiful gift. It was a box that was embellished with a bright colored paper and a very pretty red bow around it.
"What is it?" The woman asked her husband. The man walked back to his wife.
"It's a box" They both looked at it.
"To who is it for?" She asked with much deep concern.
"To.... to Philip" He replied.
"Philip?" She questioned, her husband nodded sadly. "Who is Philip?" Just then a giggle from their baby was heard from the woman's arms.
"Well my son, your name is Philip" The man responded with a deep despondent voice. The woman's eyes developed tears in each corner as she brought her baby deeply towards her chest.
5 years later
Philip grew up to be a very beautiful boy; he had long blond hair, and oceanic baby blue eyes. His skin was as his mothers as his smile was as his fathers. He always wore a cap, and no matter what type of clothes he wore it would always seem like he was a girl, it must have been because of all of the curves he carried with him. The boy ran around the front yard of his house while his mother made dinner and his father was still at work. It was to be his 6th birthday by tomorrow and he was excited to be six, though his birthdays never seemed to go very well. Every time they seem to celebrate there would always be, the locking of the doors and windows while they celebrated very quietly, he would always wondered why, but never had the nerve to ask his parents so he just let it be.
Philip loved his parents they were always nice and very protective over him, he s never been so happy his whole life. As Philip was about to go back to his house he noticed the mail man coming towards him. The little blond smiled and ran up to him.
"Good morning" He greeted to the older man.
"Morning Philip, is your mother home?" He questioned as he got his bag and started to look through it. Philip nodded in response.
"Yes, yes she is, but at the moment she might be busy, may I help you in some way?" The mail man took the package from his bag and handed it to the little blond.
"Well this came in this morning and according to the box, it's for you" The little boy surprise by the gift took it and thanked the mail man. As the man was getting on his way, the little blond looked at the box; it was one of beauty, the prettiest box he had ever seen in his life. On the box had a little tag that read.
'For Philip Happy Birthday' though every corner he looked he did not find to who it was from. Now this puzzled the little boy, but he opened the gift with much gratitude. Once he opened it, it was a book colored green with golden designs all around.
"What a beautiful book!" Philip stated in excitement. On the front cover of the book read the letters 'Grimm's Fairy Tales' . "Fairy Tales? Does it mean the ones that mommy and daddy tell all the time before I go to bed?" The boy was so curious that he opened the book and looked inside. There so many words, but sadly the boy did not know how to read yet. Though he did get an idea. I know "I'll tell mommy to read to me!" And without another thought the blond boy ran towards his house. The young woman was baking a pie for her son's birthday that was to be held tomorrow, but she stopped once those words came flooding back in her mind.
'If it's a boy I will return on his 6th birthday to retrieve him' they rang in her head, tears started to develop on her eyes then she heard the door open and she quickly cleared off her tears.
"Mommy, mommy!" Her son yelled towards her, she smiled a little and looked at him.
"What is it sweet heart?" She asked her little boy as she bent down to him. Philip held the book right in front of her with such delight.
"Can you read this to me mommy?!" He asked very excited, the young woman narrowed her eyes in puzzlement and fear.
"Son, where did you get this book?" She questioned as she took the book from her child's hands. The boy puzzled by the way his mother actions responded.
"I-it was a gift, f-from the mail" He replied, the woman looked at the book then at his son.
'It's too early from him to give him a gift! No I can't let him take me son!' The woman thought in a very angry way. "Philip I'm taking this book from you" The little boy though didn't get it and thought it was very unfair.
"But mommy it was a gift for my-" He didn't get to finish his sentence because his mother yelled.
"No! I won't allow you! Now go to your room and wash up, your father is about to come home" This was the first time Philip had ever been yelled by his mother like that, his eyes sadden and did exactly what he was told. Once his father arrived Philip still didn't come out of his room, so he just waited until his mother told him it was okay.
"So did it arrive today?" The young man said very tired. The woman looked at her husband with much sadness in her eyes and showed him the book. "So it was a book this time?" He sighed.
"You know what tomorrow is.." She said bluntly, the man said nothing. "Is he going to pick him up in the morning? Or at night?" She questioned sadly, again he said nothing. "We're going to lose our baby boy" She stated this time crying. Once they were done talking the young woman called upon her son to eat dinner on the table. Philip was to say shocked, never once had he ever had a family dinner so quiet. He tried to talk more than once asking questions as 'how was your day' to 'the food is very delicious' he just then gave up, knowing that maybe his parents didn't feel like talking. At night, he went to his room and went to sleep.
Pip's birthday
When Philip awoke, he smiled in delight knowing that today was a very special day deciding to forget everything that happened yesterday with his parents. He stepped on the floor wincing as his feet touched the cold floor. He quickly ran to his bathroom and did his routinely things and dressed up in his best clothes today. He walked out from his room to his kitchen to try to find his mom like he always did, but he found no one. He looked all over his house but did not find his parents. The little blond boy was beginning to get very frighten over the fact that he could not find his parents. He walked in there room for one last check, but as before he found no one, but he did find something that he didn't notice before. It was a letter, it layed on the counter table near their bed. Philip quickly took the letter and read.
'Philip, Happy birthday our special baby boy. What I'm about to tell is very important, but long ago, before you were born..Your father and I, sold you to the son of Satan' When reading this Philip's eyes started to get very watery. He noticed that the book he received was on the table as well, but he read on. 'I'm very sorry we could not bare to witness our only son to be given to a demon. We just hope you have a better life' This time no tears were held back. He was alone alone on his birthday.
