Hi guys! I'm excited to say this is my new Fanfiction I'm starting this year. I really hope this is going to be as popular as the Games. I am still finishing off the Games so this might not get as many updates. Well not until I finish the other one. I hope you like this fanfiction and please enjoy the first chapter of The Tale of Two.
The Tale of Two
A Fairytale Rewritten
Once upon a time, in a far away Kingdom of Aaa. There was a king and a queen. All was happy. But underneath those polite smiles and simple lives ran a deeper, darker evil. That only the ghost of the fallen go to. And once you give in to the darkness, you never come back.
The king and queen didn't have children or any kin to take the throne. And by the queen's thirtieth birthday she was told she could not have a child. For the next ten years, things became colder and colder between the two lovers. The love they once had had been to frozen to stone. All because they will never be an heir to their throne.
The king remained cold and lonely. Wishing one day maybe he and his wife would be joined. But that was until her met her. She was... Striking. Eyes cut in out of rubies dark sharp red. Long dark locks and sensual lips that seemed soft and delicate. But she herself wasn't. Her entire present radiated power, like a powerful queen.
And her secret? She had came from the underground world of the Nightosphere existing right under Aaa. Where the souls of the damned and many other demons and monsters alike lived. And many come out after the sunsets, to feed not just on the human life force above, but on blood, sex, power and emotions. Emotions were the ones many liked. Love, jealousy, anger, hatred and lust.
Her name, was Helen. Helen Abadeer. He had met her one night while he was out on a council meeting. She had approached him with a torn dress and tangled hair. Looking like a forbidden angel. "Hello." She had whispered. The king, being... Well the king, took her into his castle and his forbidden angel taught him something he never understood. Lust.
And the king was happy. At some point, he must have understood, that she was an Underworlder. But he was past the point of caring. Promising to make her late wife, she in turn blessed him a son. And this time, Helen didn't want him for dinner anymore, it seemed as if the devil had fallen for a mortal.
But even nature itself was not easy on the Underworlder and died while giving birth to their son. He survived. She didn't. The king was devastated of the death of Helen and fell into a deep depression. The queen not knowing what happened insisted he tell her, talk to her. She hoped their love will be regained. But the king's love had been taken by the one woman who wasn't here anymore. But no secret could be kept for long, and he queen met her king's son. Marshall Lee Abadeer.
The queen frustrated and angry left that night. The next day she was found dead in a river near the castle. She had killed herself jumping of the village bridge. Drowning in the cold waters bellow. Rather killing herself then live with a man who rather have a child with a demon than live with her. Literally. The king in loosing both of his beloved, was more depressed and more angry then ever.
Marshall Lee's life wasn't any better. He served as the king's reminder of what he did. How he had killed both of his beloved. And doing anything a human too far gone to save, tried to kill him. Everyday, Marshall would be forced to hide. Hide from his father's hounds chasing him day till dusk, for his bloody mass of flesh. But then things changed.
It was only Marshall's second birthday. He was forced to spend it in a dark closet. He could hear them. The blood thirsty calls of his father's hounds. Hungry for their next meal. He was only two, but even he knew if those hounds got him, they will not stop until they rip him limb from limb. But around midnight it had stopped. Everything, was quiet.
He had walked out of the closet, tip toeing slowly across the marble staircase and saw a woman. She was smiling not at him but at his father. She was pretty. In a intelligent sort of way. She always wore glasses rimmed with blue plastic. She would sometimes twirl her thick pink hair when she was thinking. She was fairly tall, with long skinny arms and legs. She was the one that changed the rules of the game of tag, Marshall constantly played with his father and death. She was hope.
Marshall wasn't the only one that was caught by her sophistication. The king, liked her. Her smarts and her beauty. Made her a wonderful queen. And maybe hats what he needed then. He needed a new start.
So he married the girl and she blessed him another son, Prince Gumball. And maybe he was the one that stole the life Marshall could have had. As part of the new start, he had sent little Marshall away. The royal blacksmith's. Determined to give everyone a new start.
But to Marshall it wasn't a new start. It was a punishment. Did he do something wrong? Was he a mistake? Why couldn't his father just love him like he loved his half brother. Maybe he just wasn't good enough. Maybe he just wasn't ever going to make him happy.
Tell me if you like it and should I continue it? Or just scrape it. Read and review!
