Sorry it took so long for me to get this chap out! Puter problems!
Francesca- Yuck is right!
Katie- Uh…it's the thought that counts. We have to get together over vacation!
Star*- YOUR dad is demented too? Ha just kidding.
Ellie- Glad you like it
Nina- Isabelle is pretty clever. This fairy tale is relatively famous, but I'm not surprised that you haven't heard of it.
Fairy Spirite- Interesting review. Don't worry, I promise Isabelle won't be marrying her dad!
LifesLilParadox- In my Grimm book it does talk about how she was going to marry her dad. I didn't make that up; I'm not that sick-minded. Glad you liked Lack-Beard.
Jenny the Chica- I do enjoy reading your reviews! They always are the *nicest!* Thanks!
Firebird- Actually, in the first chap it said that they looked all over the world but couldn't find a more beautiful girl. But still, I mean, marrying your daughter is gross. And the King is stupid anyway. And the rings will be used later, but I suppose it's not going to be that funny.
Fufie- Well, your logic is interesting. "Maybe the girl DOES end up marrying her dad, and is only comforted by the fact that she has a DELICIOUS dinner every night…" Well, that COULD be true, but it's not. And I have never even heard of the game man on rocks, man on ground. Tell me how you play, though, it sounds fun!
Mischief Mayhem and Chaos- I LOVE your Cinderella story! You have to add more soon! Anywhoo, this is fairytale stuff, and they do that golden sun stuff all the time.
Chava- No wonder your friends call you the grammar Nazi! Well, if it really bugs you, you may e-mail it to me after you edit it. This chapter is (hopefully) grammar error free in your honor. (At least I'll TRY to make it grammar error free…and this part doesn't count.)
Shrouded Spirit- Psycho is right!
Ok, FINALLY on to a grammar error free chapter 3! (THAT RHYMES AGAIN! Maybe I should do it all the time.)
The king, seated at his gilded throne, held up a hand for silence. Isabelle sat quietly, fearing the reason that her father had called for this feast. The courtiers quieted down, and he stood up.
"Perhaps some know why I am holding this feast." He paused, glancing at Isabelle quickly. She sighed slowly, gritting her teeth as she did so. "My daughter has set very high standards for me, only accepting me if I complete certain tasks for her.
"She has asked me to make three dresses: One as golden as the sun, one as silver as the moon, and a third as dazzling as the stars. Apart from this she has asked me to make a mantle of a thousand different furs, to which every creature in the kingdom must give a piece of his skin. Now, not any man could complete these tasks. But I am pleased to say that I have!" He stopped, and clapped his hands. Several men came out, carrying a beautiful gown that was as golden as the sun, if not more. "A dress as golden as the sun," the king said formally, and clapped his hands again. This time three servants came in carrying a gorgeous silver dress. "A dress as silver as the moon," he said, and clapped his hands once again. This time, three servants carried in a dazzling gown, which surpassed the other two gowns in beauty and brightness. "And one as dazzling as the stars."
The court murmured in astonishment. How could it have been done? These gowns were as beautiful as one could imagine.
But it wasn't over. The king once again clapped his hands, and five hunters came in carrying a huge fur mantle. There were thousands of different furs sewn together. Black, brown, white, red, gold, and orange fur made it the most remarkable fur cloak one could ever see.
"Now that I have completed the tasks my daughter has bestowed upon me, I humbly ask for her hand." He then held out his hand to Isabelle.
She paled, stared at his hand for a moment, and then pushed back her chair so violently that it fell with a terrific clatter. She stormed out of the room, a cloud of fury hanging about her. As she left the room and fumed down a dark corridor to her room, hot tears of anger flowed down her cheeks.
How could this happen to me? she thought angrily. How could he make those gorgeous dresses and that mantle, those tasks were next to impossible!
She entered her room and slammed the door as hard as she could behind her. She leaned against the closed door for a moment, looked about the room and then grabbed a bag.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had sneaked down into the kitchen and grabbed some bread and cheese. She had decided the only options left were to marry her own father or run away. Of course, she chose running away. She ran back to her room and grabbed her oldest, and most tattered and worn out dress (which wasn't very tattered at all!), and made sure she wasn't forgetting anything. She would sell the dress on the road; possibly exchange it with some peasant for a different dress suited for traveling.
She looked about her room one more time; even though her fleeing was for the best, she was still going to miss her home. She ran her hand lovingly over the bed, patted her bedside table, and waved goodbye to her closet full of expensive gowns. She blew out the candle on her table, and turned to be faced with a very stern looking Angie.
"So," she said, "you're running away."
"Aye," replied Isabelle, "I am." She feared Angie wouldn't allow her to go.
"Well…" paused Angie. "Do ye have bread and cheese enough?"
"That I do," Isabelle responded.
"And a warm cloak?"
"Yes, Angie."
"And the jewelry I gave ye?"
"No…" Isabelle stopped. "Do you think I should take it with me?"
"But of course!" Angie riposted, shocked. "I'll get it for ye. You should have yer dresses and that fur cloak too."
"But those are too heavy--"
"Nah, they aren't. Anywhoo, I am an enchantress, ye know, I can make those dresses fit into a nut-shell."
"You didn't tell me--"
"That I was an enchantress? Of course not, but I am…" She turned, and said to Isabelle as she walked off, "I'll go get yer dresses and the jewelry and fur cloak."
She walked off, leaving Isabelle to stand in the dark corridor and wait for her.
***
When Angie returned, she handed Isabelle the jewelry.
"Keep it in a safe place," she said. "Ye never know when it might come in handy." She also handed her a nut-shell. "It holds yer fine dresses," Angie said, pressing the small, round object into her hand. "Just pull one out when ye need it. It can go back in just as easy. Ye never know when those dresses might come in handy either." And lastly, Angie handed her the fur mantle. "It will keep ye warm."
She pulled the cloak around Isabelle's shoulders, and kissed her on the forehead.
"May yer journey to wherever ye go be safe and uneventful," Angie sniffled. "Ye were like the daughter I never had. I hope ye stay safe, dear."
A single tear ran down the kindly old woman's face as she lead a sobbing Isabelle through the back door. Angie watched sadly as Isabelle ran off into the night.
Francesca- Yuck is right!
Katie- Uh…it's the thought that counts. We have to get together over vacation!
Star*- YOUR dad is demented too? Ha just kidding.
Ellie- Glad you like it
Nina- Isabelle is pretty clever. This fairy tale is relatively famous, but I'm not surprised that you haven't heard of it.
Fairy Spirite- Interesting review. Don't worry, I promise Isabelle won't be marrying her dad!
LifesLilParadox- In my Grimm book it does talk about how she was going to marry her dad. I didn't make that up; I'm not that sick-minded. Glad you liked Lack-Beard.
Jenny the Chica- I do enjoy reading your reviews! They always are the *nicest!* Thanks!
Firebird- Actually, in the first chap it said that they looked all over the world but couldn't find a more beautiful girl. But still, I mean, marrying your daughter is gross. And the King is stupid anyway. And the rings will be used later, but I suppose it's not going to be that funny.
Fufie- Well, your logic is interesting. "Maybe the girl DOES end up marrying her dad, and is only comforted by the fact that she has a DELICIOUS dinner every night…" Well, that COULD be true, but it's not. And I have never even heard of the game man on rocks, man on ground. Tell me how you play, though, it sounds fun!
Mischief Mayhem and Chaos- I LOVE your Cinderella story! You have to add more soon! Anywhoo, this is fairytale stuff, and they do that golden sun stuff all the time.
Chava- No wonder your friends call you the grammar Nazi! Well, if it really bugs you, you may e-mail it to me after you edit it. This chapter is (hopefully) grammar error free in your honor. (At least I'll TRY to make it grammar error free…and this part doesn't count.)
Shrouded Spirit- Psycho is right!
Ok, FINALLY on to a grammar error free chapter 3! (THAT RHYMES AGAIN! Maybe I should do it all the time.)
The king, seated at his gilded throne, held up a hand for silence. Isabelle sat quietly, fearing the reason that her father had called for this feast. The courtiers quieted down, and he stood up.
"Perhaps some know why I am holding this feast." He paused, glancing at Isabelle quickly. She sighed slowly, gritting her teeth as she did so. "My daughter has set very high standards for me, only accepting me if I complete certain tasks for her.
"She has asked me to make three dresses: One as golden as the sun, one as silver as the moon, and a third as dazzling as the stars. Apart from this she has asked me to make a mantle of a thousand different furs, to which every creature in the kingdom must give a piece of his skin. Now, not any man could complete these tasks. But I am pleased to say that I have!" He stopped, and clapped his hands. Several men came out, carrying a beautiful gown that was as golden as the sun, if not more. "A dress as golden as the sun," the king said formally, and clapped his hands again. This time three servants came in carrying a gorgeous silver dress. "A dress as silver as the moon," he said, and clapped his hands once again. This time, three servants carried in a dazzling gown, which surpassed the other two gowns in beauty and brightness. "And one as dazzling as the stars."
The court murmured in astonishment. How could it have been done? These gowns were as beautiful as one could imagine.
But it wasn't over. The king once again clapped his hands, and five hunters came in carrying a huge fur mantle. There were thousands of different furs sewn together. Black, brown, white, red, gold, and orange fur made it the most remarkable fur cloak one could ever see.
"Now that I have completed the tasks my daughter has bestowed upon me, I humbly ask for her hand." He then held out his hand to Isabelle.
She paled, stared at his hand for a moment, and then pushed back her chair so violently that it fell with a terrific clatter. She stormed out of the room, a cloud of fury hanging about her. As she left the room and fumed down a dark corridor to her room, hot tears of anger flowed down her cheeks.
How could this happen to me? she thought angrily. How could he make those gorgeous dresses and that mantle, those tasks were next to impossible!
She entered her room and slammed the door as hard as she could behind her. She leaned against the closed door for a moment, looked about the room and then grabbed a bag.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had sneaked down into the kitchen and grabbed some bread and cheese. She had decided the only options left were to marry her own father or run away. Of course, she chose running away. She ran back to her room and grabbed her oldest, and most tattered and worn out dress (which wasn't very tattered at all!), and made sure she wasn't forgetting anything. She would sell the dress on the road; possibly exchange it with some peasant for a different dress suited for traveling.
She looked about her room one more time; even though her fleeing was for the best, she was still going to miss her home. She ran her hand lovingly over the bed, patted her bedside table, and waved goodbye to her closet full of expensive gowns. She blew out the candle on her table, and turned to be faced with a very stern looking Angie.
"So," she said, "you're running away."
"Aye," replied Isabelle, "I am." She feared Angie wouldn't allow her to go.
"Well…" paused Angie. "Do ye have bread and cheese enough?"
"That I do," Isabelle responded.
"And a warm cloak?"
"Yes, Angie."
"And the jewelry I gave ye?"
"No…" Isabelle stopped. "Do you think I should take it with me?"
"But of course!" Angie riposted, shocked. "I'll get it for ye. You should have yer dresses and that fur cloak too."
"But those are too heavy--"
"Nah, they aren't. Anywhoo, I am an enchantress, ye know, I can make those dresses fit into a nut-shell."
"You didn't tell me--"
"That I was an enchantress? Of course not, but I am…" She turned, and said to Isabelle as she walked off, "I'll go get yer dresses and the jewelry and fur cloak."
She walked off, leaving Isabelle to stand in the dark corridor and wait for her.
***
When Angie returned, she handed Isabelle the jewelry.
"Keep it in a safe place," she said. "Ye never know when it might come in handy." She also handed her a nut-shell. "It holds yer fine dresses," Angie said, pressing the small, round object into her hand. "Just pull one out when ye need it. It can go back in just as easy. Ye never know when those dresses might come in handy either." And lastly, Angie handed her the fur mantle. "It will keep ye warm."
She pulled the cloak around Isabelle's shoulders, and kissed her on the forehead.
"May yer journey to wherever ye go be safe and uneventful," Angie sniffled. "Ye were like the daughter I never had. I hope ye stay safe, dear."
A single tear ran down the kindly old woman's face as she lead a sobbing Isabelle through the back door. Angie watched sadly as Isabelle ran off into the night.