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A/N - Almost seven months have gone by since the last time I updated this thing . . . this chapter has been sitting around on my hard drive, half-finished, for almost all of those seven months. Just know that no, I'm not dead (but thanks for the funeral - really, my eulogy was lovely!), and yes, updates will be faster, if I don't end up getting distracted by original fiction again. ^^;
Without further ado, onto the chapter!
All right, all right. Now, before anyone gets confused, I want to take the opportunity to say it Wasn't My Fault. It's not my fault that stupid bint wasn't smart enough to go out and find me herself - and it certainly wasn't my fault that her parents weren't smart enough to invite me to the christening. Honestly, in the long run it doesn't matter that much to me - or at least, it shouldn't. If it weren't for that farking prince, things might be okay right about now - but of course he had to go and play the hero . . . sigh. I suppose I have to start somewhere, before I start ranting. All right. This is how it happened - or rather, how I became know as, "That fairy who botched the job she was sent to do and is now held responsible for the incident known as Sleeping Beauty."
I didn't mean to, really. I've never liked the idea of giving enchantments as gifts - really, they never turn out well, and you're left wondering what went wrong twenty years later when the kid you enchanted turns out to be a completely and total failure, slaying dragons and getting married and producing heirs instead of living happily ever after, like they're supposed to. I mean, I'm not saying that producing heirs and slaying dragons isn't a good thing, but - really! When you slay a dragon, you're supposed to marry the princess of the kingdom that you slew it for, and where's the fun in that? Suppose that you have a childhood sweetheart you would much rather marry - what then? Are they just supposed to wander off and join a convent or a monastery, or get married to someone else and end up a widow/widower with eighty cats and nothing resembling a real life? Oh. I'm ranting again, aren't I? Dear me - let's see.
I think it started over the lack of an invitation. There were thirteen fairies, you see, and only twelve plates. Plates are only sold in packs of twelve - you think they would learn. Anyway, how it turned out was that one of us didn't get an invitation. That one of us ended up being me. Normally, this wouldn't have upset me - but that day it did. I'd spent half the week getting ready, preparing the gift and whatnot - I felt that it was only fair that I still was allowed to attend. Unfortunately, the king and queen didn't quite see things my way. When I arrived at the palace - on time, unlike some of my so-called friends - the guard asked for my invitation. When I told them that it was all an amusing mix-up, and that I really did have an invitation but it'd gotten lost in the mail, they kindly but firmly told me no. By giving me a kick out the door.
Honestly, if you were a fairy who had spent half a week getting ready for what could become the greatest party in half a century, what would you do? I knew what to do. I hiked up my skirts, walked around to the back door, and let myself in. After all, there are some things you have to do for yourself.
The party was great, I have to admit that much. There was a ton of food, really good music to dance to, and the gifts were to die for - you almost forgot it was a christening until you waltzed past the cradle and saw the princess in her christening gown. Maybe that was part of the problem. When I waltzed past the princess's cradle, her parents, seeing my wand clutched in my hand, noted that I was a fairy, and called me forward to speak with them. It was around then the fact that I hadn't been formally invited arose, and became a problem. Apparently, their royal majesties thought that I had come to gatecrash the party.
I tried to explain that such a thing simply wasn't true - that I hadn't come to crash it at all, that my invitation had been lost in the mail - but to no avail. Two guards came to escort me to the door, and I was left with no choice - I had to leave.
Or, at least that's what they thought. I swear, I didn't mean to! It was all a misunderstanding . . . sort of. I lost my temper, and in a fit of rage, I began to threaten the king and queen, telling them that I would curse their kingdom, that their head gardener would never be able to grow anything but dandelions, that the queen would lose her voice during a royal proclamation, that the king would never be able to wear pants in public again, that their prized spinners would all prick their fingers on their spindles and die - normal fairy threats that no one takes seriously.
No one not including, apparently, his royal highness, the Crown Prince. Sword drawn, he came at me threatening me bodily harm if I dared to curse the royal family, etc, etc. It was all I could do not to lose it and start cursing him. Which is, um, what I meant to do. If it hadn't been for his stupid sword, I wouldn't have tripped, and my spell - meant to cause the prince instant death upon his pricking his finger on a spindle - ricocheted off a nearby shield that was hanging on the wall, and instead hit the princess.
Needless to say, I fled the hall humiliated, and vowed never to show my face in there again.
One of the other guests told me later that my spell couldn't be lifted, and that instead they modified it so that the princess would not die but only sleep. Poor kid. If I'd of had my way, she wouldn't be under a spell at all, but hey, at any rate, I got a party out of it and she'll get a long rest.
I only hope that when she wakes up she won't go pointing fingers and seeking me out to curse me.
A/N - Almost seven months have gone by since the last time I updated this thing . . . this chapter has been sitting around on my hard drive, half-finished, for almost all of those seven months. Just know that no, I'm not dead (but thanks for the funeral - really, my eulogy was lovely!), and yes, updates will be faster, if I don't end up getting distracted by original fiction again. ^^;
Without further ado, onto the chapter!
All right, all right. Now, before anyone gets confused, I want to take the opportunity to say it Wasn't My Fault. It's not my fault that stupid bint wasn't smart enough to go out and find me herself - and it certainly wasn't my fault that her parents weren't smart enough to invite me to the christening. Honestly, in the long run it doesn't matter that much to me - or at least, it shouldn't. If it weren't for that farking prince, things might be okay right about now - but of course he had to go and play the hero . . . sigh. I suppose I have to start somewhere, before I start ranting. All right. This is how it happened - or rather, how I became know as, "That fairy who botched the job she was sent to do and is now held responsible for the incident known as Sleeping Beauty."
I didn't mean to, really. I've never liked the idea of giving enchantments as gifts - really, they never turn out well, and you're left wondering what went wrong twenty years later when the kid you enchanted turns out to be a completely and total failure, slaying dragons and getting married and producing heirs instead of living happily ever after, like they're supposed to. I mean, I'm not saying that producing heirs and slaying dragons isn't a good thing, but - really! When you slay a dragon, you're supposed to marry the princess of the kingdom that you slew it for, and where's the fun in that? Suppose that you have a childhood sweetheart you would much rather marry - what then? Are they just supposed to wander off and join a convent or a monastery, or get married to someone else and end up a widow/widower with eighty cats and nothing resembling a real life? Oh. I'm ranting again, aren't I? Dear me - let's see.
I think it started over the lack of an invitation. There were thirteen fairies, you see, and only twelve plates. Plates are only sold in packs of twelve - you think they would learn. Anyway, how it turned out was that one of us didn't get an invitation. That one of us ended up being me. Normally, this wouldn't have upset me - but that day it did. I'd spent half the week getting ready, preparing the gift and whatnot - I felt that it was only fair that I still was allowed to attend. Unfortunately, the king and queen didn't quite see things my way. When I arrived at the palace - on time, unlike some of my so-called friends - the guard asked for my invitation. When I told them that it was all an amusing mix-up, and that I really did have an invitation but it'd gotten lost in the mail, they kindly but firmly told me no. By giving me a kick out the door.
Honestly, if you were a fairy who had spent half a week getting ready for what could become the greatest party in half a century, what would you do? I knew what to do. I hiked up my skirts, walked around to the back door, and let myself in. After all, there are some things you have to do for yourself.
The party was great, I have to admit that much. There was a ton of food, really good music to dance to, and the gifts were to die for - you almost forgot it was a christening until you waltzed past the cradle and saw the princess in her christening gown. Maybe that was part of the problem. When I waltzed past the princess's cradle, her parents, seeing my wand clutched in my hand, noted that I was a fairy, and called me forward to speak with them. It was around then the fact that I hadn't been formally invited arose, and became a problem. Apparently, their royal majesties thought that I had come to gatecrash the party.
I tried to explain that such a thing simply wasn't true - that I hadn't come to crash it at all, that my invitation had been lost in the mail - but to no avail. Two guards came to escort me to the door, and I was left with no choice - I had to leave.
Or, at least that's what they thought. I swear, I didn't mean to! It was all a misunderstanding . . . sort of. I lost my temper, and in a fit of rage, I began to threaten the king and queen, telling them that I would curse their kingdom, that their head gardener would never be able to grow anything but dandelions, that the queen would lose her voice during a royal proclamation, that the king would never be able to wear pants in public again, that their prized spinners would all prick their fingers on their spindles and die - normal fairy threats that no one takes seriously.
No one not including, apparently, his royal highness, the Crown Prince. Sword drawn, he came at me threatening me bodily harm if I dared to curse the royal family, etc, etc. It was all I could do not to lose it and start cursing him. Which is, um, what I meant to do. If it hadn't been for his stupid sword, I wouldn't have tripped, and my spell - meant to cause the prince instant death upon his pricking his finger on a spindle - ricocheted off a nearby shield that was hanging on the wall, and instead hit the princess.
Needless to say, I fled the hall humiliated, and vowed never to show my face in there again.
One of the other guests told me later that my spell couldn't be lifted, and that instead they modified it so that the princess would not die but only sleep. Poor kid. If I'd of had my way, she wouldn't be under a spell at all, but hey, at any rate, I got a party out of it and she'll get a long rest.
I only hope that when she wakes up she won't go pointing fingers and seeking me out to curse me.