NightIntent: This one's really short. I got lazy. But still, at least it wasn't hard to write. That's what happens when I write three fairy tales in one day. I get lazy. You'll just have to bear with me for now. Well, I hope you enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own fairy tales. Just Damsels, Inc.
"You'd think people'd be smarter when it comes to their children," Beryl murmured as she tossed a letter onto her desk. "Enya, this'll be your job."
A girl, who couldn't be more than seventeen and had dark skin and blonde-streaked brown hair, nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Where is it?" she asked.
"A few days' travel to the north. Remember to pack a good jacket," Beryl said. Enya nodded and went to her room to pack.
Enya got to the city. She went to the person who had sent the letter, a young queen by marriage. The queen was sitting in a chair in her room, sobbing, her child in a cradle a few feet away. Enya walked over. "Now, what's all this?" she asked.
The queen looked up. "Oh! Are you the one from Damsels, Inc.?" she asked. When Enya nodded, the woman continued, "I'll start from the beginning. My father is a miller, and he was poor. He wanted more for me, so he lied to the king and told him that I could spin straw into gold. So the king took me into a room filled with straw and told me to spin all the straw in the room into gold.
"I cried and cried, and a little man passing by the window stopped and asked me what was wrong, I told him and he asked me what I would give him if he spun the straw into gold. I gave him my necklace. The next night, the same thing happened. I gave him my ring. On the third night, I had nothing left to give him. So I promised him my first child. And now, I have my child, but I do not want to give it to him. He gave me three days to come up with his name, and he would allow me to keep my child. But tonight is the third night, and I have not guessed his name! Oh, I do not want to lose my child."
Wow, Enya thought, how much stupider can you get? I'm so glad I was forced to raise myself now. Out loud, she said, "Perhaps I can help. Do you know where I might find this man?"
The queen shook her head. "Well, I can find him myself. Somehow," Enya said. She started off, going in the direction that the queen had said the man had run off in. It wasn't long before she heard a voice chanting, "Tomorrow I take the child, I'm so glad she didn't know that my name is Rumpelstiltskin." The voice chanted it again and again.
Enya peeked through the bushes and saw a small, withered man cooking and chanting. She smiled and ran back to the palace. "You majesty," she panted, "the man's name is Rumpelstiltskin." The queen jumped up and embraced Enya, suddenly joyful.
That night, the little man came in through the window. Enya was hidden in a corner, watching. The queen tried guessing the man's name. After a few fake guesses, she said, "Oh! I know! Is your name Rumpelstiltskin?"
The little man jumped up and down in a rage. "You! You sent someone to spy on me! No fair, no fair!" But a deal was a deal, and he left.
The queen was overjoyed. She said to Enya, "What reward would you like?"
Enya said, "If you sent a letter to Damsels, Inc., then you know we don't take rewards for what we do. Now, I should really be going." Enya ran out of the room without another word, not wanting to be pestered anymore.
NightIntent: Okay, at the moment, I'm trying to decide whether or not to put up Rapunzel. Personally, I hate my version of it. But if you think I should put it up anyway, please tell me so. If not, I'm deleting it and erasing all evidence that it ever existed. If I don't post that one, Briar Rose is going up .If you have no opinion on this, review anyway, please.
