Once upon a time, in the Land of Eternal Happiness, a young couple was blessed with the birth of a beautiful bouncing baby...girl. The newlyweds were thrilled.
"What shall we name her?" the proud father asked eagerly, smiling down on his child, asleep in her pinewood crib.
"I think we shall call her Thereasa," her mother decided. She herself was called Cynthia, and she was a beautiful maiden with flowing hair the color of butter, and richly colored eyes that glinted of gold. Already they could tell that her daughter was to take after her; the gentle beauty of her mother lay with grace on her tiny visage.
Soon the baby shower invitations were sent out. Everyone in the kingdom recieved one, save for the Good Faerie of the north. Her invite had been lost in the mail. However, she soon got word of the gathering, and wondered why she had not been invited.
She waited day and night by the mailbox, but the invitation never came. She began to dispair. Should she go to the party anyway? Would it be too rude? Did the family hate her or something? That thought made her angry. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Angrier than anyone in the Land of Eternal Happiness had ever been before. Her perfect features contorted. Her pleasant smile became a permenent frown, exposing imperfect teeth. She slowly became the Dark Faerie of the north.
The day of the baby shower arrived, and the couple, oblivious to the fact that the Good Faerie of the north had not recieved her invitation, and had thus been transformed by her own hate and anger into the Dark Faerie of the north, were preparing everything just the way they had planned, even writing out a little place card for the faerie at the head of the table.
The guests arrived, and mingled politely, cooing over the baby and placing gifts on the table near the door. Soon all the guests had arrived. All except the Good Faerie of the north, that is. Cynthia and her husband Roald chatted nervously with the guests, wondering where the faerie was, and why she was so late.
"Perhaps her broom broke down," Roald guessed.
Cynthia, holding Thereasa firmly as she faced the guests, agreed. "Well, it will do us no good waiting for her," she decided. "After all, we don't know when she is going to show up." So they sat down to eat the glorious meal Cynthia had spend all day cooking.
They were in the middle of a heated conversation about broccoli and soil quality, when the Dark Faerie of the north burst in, dressed in black and positively seething with fury. "WHY was I not invited?!" she stormed throwing up her hands so everyone in the room could see her arthritis-gnarled fingers with black, rotton, chewed-up nails.
Cynthia started to explain that she had been invited, but she was interupted.
"I lay a curse on this child's head!" she shreiked. Her words burned the ears of the terrified guests. "On her twelfth birthday, she will fall down dead, and all happiness will be gone from this land."
There was a collective gasp from the guests, and then, in a flash of foul-smelling smoke, the faerie disapeared, shooting a parting glare at the couple and their daughter.
Author's note: oh yeah. feel the suspense, baby.
"What shall we name her?" the proud father asked eagerly, smiling down on his child, asleep in her pinewood crib.
"I think we shall call her Thereasa," her mother decided. She herself was called Cynthia, and she was a beautiful maiden with flowing hair the color of butter, and richly colored eyes that glinted of gold. Already they could tell that her daughter was to take after her; the gentle beauty of her mother lay with grace on her tiny visage.
Soon the baby shower invitations were sent out. Everyone in the kingdom recieved one, save for the Good Faerie of the north. Her invite had been lost in the mail. However, she soon got word of the gathering, and wondered why she had not been invited.
She waited day and night by the mailbox, but the invitation never came. She began to dispair. Should she go to the party anyway? Would it be too rude? Did the family hate her or something? That thought made her angry. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Angrier than anyone in the Land of Eternal Happiness had ever been before. Her perfect features contorted. Her pleasant smile became a permenent frown, exposing imperfect teeth. She slowly became the Dark Faerie of the north.
The day of the baby shower arrived, and the couple, oblivious to the fact that the Good Faerie of the north had not recieved her invitation, and had thus been transformed by her own hate and anger into the Dark Faerie of the north, were preparing everything just the way they had planned, even writing out a little place card for the faerie at the head of the table.
The guests arrived, and mingled politely, cooing over the baby and placing gifts on the table near the door. Soon all the guests had arrived. All except the Good Faerie of the north, that is. Cynthia and her husband Roald chatted nervously with the guests, wondering where the faerie was, and why she was so late.
"Perhaps her broom broke down," Roald guessed.
Cynthia, holding Thereasa firmly as she faced the guests, agreed. "Well, it will do us no good waiting for her," she decided. "After all, we don't know when she is going to show up." So they sat down to eat the glorious meal Cynthia had spend all day cooking.
They were in the middle of a heated conversation about broccoli and soil quality, when the Dark Faerie of the north burst in, dressed in black and positively seething with fury. "WHY was I not invited?!" she stormed throwing up her hands so everyone in the room could see her arthritis-gnarled fingers with black, rotton, chewed-up nails.
Cynthia started to explain that she had been invited, but she was interupted.
"I lay a curse on this child's head!" she shreiked. Her words burned the ears of the terrified guests. "On her twelfth birthday, she will fall down dead, and all happiness will be gone from this land."
There was a collective gasp from the guests, and then, in a flash of foul-smelling smoke, the faerie disapeared, shooting a parting glare at the couple and their daughter.
Author's note: oh yeah. feel the suspense, baby.