So I have decided to post a couple new stories. I write on them sporadically. Whichever I feel has the most love by my readers, is what I work on most. But each gets worked on regardless. Motivation just helps.

This one is going to be fairy-tales. Different ones. A couple chapters (or more if people show interest in a certain one) per story. I plan on doing a Snow White next. Unless my readers want different. Pairings will depend on your opinions. :)

Without further interruption! Onto the story!

Twisting Fiction

Chapter 1: Intro To Slumbering Curiosity

Once upon a time, in a land long since forgotten, a babe was born. To a king, kind and fair, and his queen, beautiful and honest. The kingdom rejoiced with news of the blessed boy. The baby's skin like that of freshly fallen snow, lips pink as cherry blossoms, hair the shade of ripened wheat, and eyes red as a rose. All the people of the land invited to celebrate their newborn king. And the fairies came to give their gifts.

Nayru, with wisdom and elegance beyond compare, gave the gifts of knowledge and everlasting beauty.

Farore, with courage of a warrior, gave the gifts of bravery and honor.

Din, with power to fly over mountains and great seas, gave the gifts of speed and agility.

Tael, with a heart of gold, gave the gift of modesty.

Tatl, with a mischievous mind, gave the gift of curiosity.

The last fairy, the dear sweet Navi, unable to give her gift. Majora, the dark fairy, came bursting through the balcony doors. She cursed the boy to death on his sixteenth birthday by cutting his finger on the strings of a harp.

The couple were devastated. But when all hope seemed lost, Navi gave her gift. She knew the curse was too strong to be undone. So the little fairy altered it. Instead of death, the young prince would fall into a deep sleep. Only to be woken by true love's kiss.

But the queen was not satisfied. She ordered every harp to be broken and no more to be made. If there was not a single harp in the kingdom, then the curse could be avoided.

So the prince grew into a wonderful child. Loved for his kindness. Praised by all his teachers as he flew through lessons after lesson. Cherished by all, but none more than the king and queen. Humble enough to explore the town and speak with each person, helping with their problems where he could.

Soon he blossomed into a gorgeous young man. Lusted after by every man and woman for his incredible beauty and grace. Many came from across the lands to meet the fair-skinned boy. Offers of gold and jewels for his hand in marriage. Yet the boy saw no value in material things. And took not any offers for a wife or husband.

The time came for his sixteenth birthday and when the ball began, no one noticed the beautiful woman glaring at the young prince. She approached him and caught the boy's attention with a golden harp. He followed her and learned how to play.

The young man lost track of time, playing well into the night, forming blisters upon perfect skin. And then he split his finger upon a string of the instrument. As his blood dropped to the harp, so did the prince to the floor. Trapped in slumber.

The woman transformed into the evil fairy Majora and carried the sleeping prince to the ball room. Where she tossed him to the ground at the king's feet.

The young prince was placed in the tallest tower of the castle, positioned on a bed of the finest silk. A golden harp laid upon his chest, hands placed as if even in eternal sleep he played. The room was filled with treasure, should the boy wake and have need of it. But the people knew he would not. Finally the room was sealed so none could take the slumbering prince.

Everyone in the kingdom morned the loss of their dear prince.

Years passed and the ancient kingdom died away, but the prince was still sealed away in the tower. Waiting for the day that he would awaken.

I have decided not to continue a story until I get 5 reviews on a chapter. This is going to be true for all of them. I know people read my work. I see it on my little manage stories page. But if you guys don't care enough to help me better my writing, then why do I do it? Sorry if this bothers you.

Love and hot chocolate,

~Annoying :)