Ok this is sort of a mix of 2 movies and a miniseries, The Fog, Brothers Grimm, and the 10th Kingdom. All of which I do not own nor am I affiliated with them. But they're all really good!
Be careful what you wish for.
On the shores of Ireland sat a girl with bright red hair you'd think wasn't naturally accomplished and with eyes the color of emeralds. But it wasn't unusual for a red haired girl with green eyes to be sitting on the boulders that lined the shores, but this girl was different; many girls and boys came here in solitude to watch the beauty of a sunrise or to listen to the calming sounds of the water crashing against the rocky shores but she came here because she was afraid. She was afraid that she would never leave this town, that she would never know love, that her life would just be…ordinary. I could be anything but ordinary. She thought; I want to get away. That much I know.
"Isolde! What are you doing! You know your father's been looking for you everywhere!"
"I'm sorry, Mother. I…I just don't want to face him right now."
"Why not? You know he's gone through all this trouble to set up this marriage between you and this young man, the least you could do is cooperate with his wishes."
"But mother! I do not wish to marry him! He's a…story teller. He's not even that interesting, he tells tales of magick and yet him and his brother are suppose to be famous for battling some witch in Germany. Why is he even bothering with me?"
Isolde's mother knelt down to the girl that was barely into her 20's. "Isolde, maybe it's this magick him and his brother write of that has captured his heart."
"Lies, that's they are. There's no way that people of slavery can turn out to be royalty, there's no such thing as true love."
"You are hopeless girl! Come now; let's get you cleaned up before he arrives."
"What's his name again mother?"
"Wilhelm Grimm, his brother is Jacob. Now up to your room! We don't want him mistaking us for the poorhouse now do we?"
"No Mother." Isolde stood up, saying goodbye to the beautiful sunset and made her way up to the near-crumbled shack that was up the hill a bit. She opened the door and heard the hinges creak, she held the door open for her mother and went to the small closet-like space that she called a room.
"Isolde, your best dress and your best manners for the young man."
"Yes, ma'am!" She called from her room, she hesitantly took off the rag of a dress she was wearing, preparing herself for the bitter cold that filled the home, and grabbed the thick sage green dress that lay on her child-size bed. She pulled it over her head as she could hear the sound of faint horse's feet hitting to cobble drive that lead to the house.
"Jake, are you sure this is the best thing for me? I mean, what if she's not at all what the man said?"
"Well the man was drunk in a pub after all and he seemed very pleased to have gotten rid of her."
"Jake, that's not what I meant and you know it. I shouldn't even be doing this; she's probably still a child, how disgusting would that be, could you imagine."
"Calm down Will, I'm sure she's not that bad."
"Easy for you to say."
"Gentlemen, we have arrived." The Carriage came to a stop; Jacob was first to exit the carriage. "Just remember, Beans Will, Magick Beans!"
"Shut you trap Jacob." Wilhelm came out of the carriage and approached the dilapidated shack. Jacob stood behind him silently encouraging him on. He knocked three times on the door. The door swung open with a red haired man standing behind it, grinning from ear to ear.
"Ah! Grimm! Welcome, welcome to my home!"
Wilhelm smiled sheepishly, and straightened his glasses. "Hello Sir, pleasure to meet you."
The man pulled Wilhelm inside the small home and Jacob followed carefully. "Jacob! Good to see you again!"
"Good to see you too sir."
"Now, I'm sure you want to meet my daughter. She's really nothing compared to her mother and me. She's thin as a twig, but you know nothing a few extra meals won't cure."
"I'd be honored to meet the young lady."
"Lady? Ha! Isolde! Get out here and greet your guests!" The man yelled. Wilhelm winced at the bellowing shout. Out from the fare corner of the home came a young woman, her hair pulled into a tight braid. Her face looked downward in fear of her father's wrath.
"This gentlemen, is my daughter Isolde. Isolde, this young man has come here for your hand in marriage." Isolde looked up at the rough looking man with curly brown lock of hair that were short; he had a thin beard and had glasses upon his nose.
"Pleasure to meet you sir." She said barely above a whisper.
"Isolde," Wilhelm whispered, stuck in shock of the beautiful woman that stood before him.
"Yes?"
"Nothing, nothing." He took Isolde's hand and brought it to his mouth; he gently pressed his lips against the back of her hand. Isolde took her hand back and set it to her side. "Is something wrong?" Isolde looked up and her father who was almost as tall as she but was nearly 2 inches taller.
"No sir, nothing at all." Isolde looked behind Wilhelm and saw a blond hair man who was dressed very fancily looking around the small home. Wilhelm looked over his shoulder to see what Isolde was looking at. "Oh, that's my brother…" "Jacob, so I've heard."
"Oh so we're going to be talkative now are we?" Her father looked down on the girl; it was obvious that he had started his drinking earlier than usual. He raised his hand and backhanded the girl.
Wilhelm was shocked at the man's behavior, Isolde's father raised his hand as if to hit Isolde again but Wilhelm grabbed it. "Sir, I don't think that there will be any need of that here. It's alright if she talks as she pleases."
Isolde's father looked Wilhelm over; He just grunted and looked down at Isolde who was picking herself up off the floor. "Get up girl and serve up something to drink!" Isolde got up off the floor and went into the tiny kitchen and poured the three men a glass of cool ale while the three men sat down around a small circular table that was coated with sand and grit. "Father, this is the last of the ale."
"Then go down to the cellar and fetch us another barrel!" Isolde just nodded and set down the tray that carried they're drinks and went out the door. "Stupid girl." Isolde's father grumbled under his breath with taking a sip of his ale. Wilhelm looked into the glass and looked at the black liquid, he suddenly remembered the last time he was drunk in a German pub; he shivered at the thought of getting that drunk again. Jacob had already downed his drink along with Isolde's father. "Uh…Excuse me; I think I'll go…check on the horses!" Wilhelm suddenly got up from the table and went outside. He breathed in the cool sea breeze as it blew in his face.
"Nice out, isn't it?" He jump at the sound of Isolde's voice. But there was something different about it, it was quiet as a mouse, it was strong and powerful. If it hadn't come from Isolde, he might have been afraid of it. "W-why, yes it is. I'm Wilhelm but my brother calls me Will." He offered his hand out to shake Isolde's but she just took a step backward, away from Wilhelm. "You're a storyteller, correct?"
"Yes, how'd you know?"
"The kids in town, they talk about the great Brothers Grimm and they talk about your defeat in Germany with an evil witch. I don't believe in magick so I guess that they're all just…stories."
"That's an excellent conclusion, but the stories are real. See, the evil witch had taken twelve girls from the village and…"
"And she was going to perform a ritual of some sort to become young and beautiful and she would live forever. But you and your brother defeated her and became heroes. I've heard the stories before."
"Oh…very well." Wilhelm looked to the rocky coast, "Care to join me for a walk?"
Isolde looked to the ground, she wanted to but she knew her father was already fuming at the thought on an empty cup sitting before him. "I must get this barrel inside to my father; he doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Of course, would you like some help?"
"I've done it before without your help, I'm sure I can do it again!" Isolde snapped at Wilhelm. She turned her barefoot heel and walked down the steps, when she came out she was carrying two small barrels full of ale. She looked up at the door and notice Wilhelm was no longer there, she looked around some more to try and find him. It wasn't safe to walk around these unfamiliar territories. She went inside to see if he had went in there, but inside sat Jacob and her father laughing.
"Finally!" Isolde's father yelled. "Hurry up and fill up our glasses! Jacob here was telling me all about his tales about how he single-handedly defeat a swamp witch."
"With the help of my brother, of course."
"Yes, father." Isolde rushed as she filled her fathers and Jacobs glasses and just as fast went outside to try and find Wilhelm. "Wilhelm! Wilhelm!" She looked around frantically, not only was it not safe for him to be outside at twilight but it was vastly dangerous for her, a single girl, to outside wondering by herself. "Wilhelm!" She shouted once more.
"Over Here!" She heard him faintly yell, she looked over to where she heard him yell and saw him sitting upon a large coral boulder. Isolde ran over to him and saw that he had a notebook in his lap, along with a small ink well and pen. "Hello again!" He said cheerfully at the approaching girl. "It's so nice out, isn't it?"
"Yes, I'm sorry for snapping earlier. My father doesn't like to be kept waiting and I…I just like doing things on my own." Isolde apologized and sat down next to Wilhelm.
"It's alright, I'm like that sometimes. Jake he likes getting all the attention and I'm just the sidekick."
"What are you writing?" She asked, looking at the closed notebook.
"Oh it's nothing. Wait, what's that?" He asked, pointing toward some fog that was rolling in.
"Just a fog, but…they don't roll in this early." Isolde stood up and looked at the bank; it seemed different than the others. It seemed to be…moving. "I-I think we should go back to the house."
"No, I want to see it. It looks interesting. I've never seen fog do this before." Wilhelm stood up with her as well; he stepped closer to the shore. He felt like he was being drawn to it, so did Isolde. She noticed that Wilhelm was getting dangerously close to the water, his boots were already half covered with water. She grabbed his shoulder to keep him from going any further.
Isolde looked deeper into the fog; she saw what could only be described as lightning inside the cloud. "It's not a fogbank then, what is it?" Wilhelm asked.
"Let's get a closer look!" Isolde climbed up the rocks and coral and ran toward the tip of the shore, where the fog was touching. "Hurry up, Wilhelm! Your going to miss it!"
"I'm coming!"
She felt like a child again, before her father started drinking and gambling they're money away. She ran through the thin grass and course sand barefooted with Wilhelm trailing behind her. She stood right in front of the fog, the lightning that was happening inside remained silent and the clouds moved forward, swallowing her and Wilhelm whole. "Isolde! Where are you?"
"I'm right beside you! I can't see a thing! Can you?"
"No. What's…AH!" A flash of light appeared inside the fog and then Wilhelm was gone.
"Wilhelm? Wilhelm?! Will!" She saw the light rumbling again, it was swirling right in front of her. "What the?" Isolde gasped, seeing the light coming right straight toward her. She closed her eyes and prepared for either excruciating pain or death. She squeezed her eyes shut and even with her eyes shut she could see the light engulfing her.
"Isolde?" She heard Wilhelm's voice ask, there was concern in his voice. She groaned and brought a hand to her head. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing Wilhelm crouched down beside her. "Isolde!" He wrapped his arms around her giving her a hug, glad to see she was alright and alive.
"Wilhelm? Wha-what happened?" She looked around her; they were inside some sort of cave or underground for there were rocks sticking out of the walls and the ceiling.
"I-I'm not sure, we were in the fog and I saw this light in front of me. Next thing I knew I was standing here, I saw another light and there you were; lying on the grown like you were asleep."
"Something's not right." Isolde stood up off the ground; she dusted off her sage green dress; that dress was starting to get on her nerves. She looked around once more; there were lanterns all along the walls. She stepped closer to the walls and noticed the sparkles that were all over the walls. "Wilhelm, look. It's…its silver."
They're voices echoed off of the walls, drops of water fell off of the cavern walls. Wilhelm took Isolde's arm with his free hand while his other held his notebook, ink well and pen, and turned her so she faced him. Isolde jumped at the sudden of Wilhelm's hand. "We need to leave, I don't like it here." He whispered as if somebody might be listening to them.
"Okay." She whispered back. Wilhelm led the way through the winding halls that led everywhere. Isolde heard the faint sound of footsteps coming toward them. "Wilhelm, wait!" She whispered.
"What is it?" Wilhelm asked as he stood next to Isolde.
"Just listen."
"I'm positive, sir. There was some interesting activity happening in the super-quick silver room." They heard a faint voice say as the footsteps drew closer. Isolde and Wilhelm stood still as possible, they're hearts pounding against they're chests.
The footsteps abruptly stopped. "Something's not right." The footsteps grew dangerously close. Suddenly a man that stood probably 3 and ½ feet tall stood before them. "INTRUDERS!!" The small man yelled.
"No, we're no intruders, we're just lost." Isolde tried reasoning with the short man.
"INTRUDERS!! HELP! SOMEBODY QUICK! HELP! INTRUDERS!!" The man shouted.
Isolde couldn't think of anything else to do, she had to silence the man somehow, so she slapped him. "Shut up!" She yelled at man as he held his cheek.
"You slapped me!"
"Yes I did, only because you're making a scene. Now listen to me, we are not intruders. We…I don't even know how we got here. Can you please help us?"
The man looked her over, "I can not. It is against the rules, and I mustn't break the rules." Several other small men came up behind the one that had screamed for help.
"You yelled sir?"
"Dust them and take them up top for Helga."
"Yes sir."
"Helga? Who's Helga?" Wilhelm asked, the small men drew closer and reached inside they're satchels and pulled out small fist fulls of pink dust. "Wait, what are you doing?! NO! LET GO OF ME!" Isolde struggled with the men as they pulled at her dress and her long hair that had come out of its braid. One of the small men came up and threw the pink dust into her face. Isolde, as well as Wilhelm, felt very tired and they're limbs grew weak. They both collapsed onto the dirt ground as the small men surrounded them and carried them up to the surface.