I do not own fairy tales, but I do own this story.

Hey, I am trying a different perspective from my other story, just to experiment.

Hope you enjoy this story, since I based it on a more humorous line, hehehe.

Chapter 1!

" Wilona, hurry your little butt down here!" My older sister called, from the bottom of the huge marble stairs.

"Hold your horses, I am hurrying!" I shouted, running out of my room while trying to place my shoes on the correct feet. No such luck, for I realized all to late, that I had the shoes placed on the wrong feet. My feet tripped over each other, and I went tumbling down the staircase.

"Are you always this graceful?" my sister Tacey remarked sarcastically, flipping her long bright red curls out of her face.

I sat up, dusting off my trousers, as my straight brown hair fell in my chocolate brown eyes. "Couldn't you just ask if I was ok, instead of picking on me?" I grumbled. Tacey always seemed to find a way to pester me about my clumsiness, and no matter how hard I tried to not let it bug me, it always did.

My sister let out a snort, but said nothing, as she rolled her amber eyes. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister. Just sometimes, she can be downright annoying and scary.

"Come on Tacey, or we will miss the carriage!" I cried, suddenly realizing how long we had been standing there. Putting my leather shoes on the correct feet, I ran with Tacey outside. A melon shaped carriage awaited us as we jumped in and seated ourselves on the lavender colored silk chairs

"So tell me again why we are going to the castle of Bratner?" I questioned, still not getting why my sister was summoned to the palace, and me along with her.

My sister rolled her eyes once more. She seemed to do that often." We were summoned to the castle because are uncle is a advisor for the King, he sent for me saying that he wanted to train me to be an advisor of the land, like him." she paused before continuing "therefore, he asked the Kings permission to teach me, the King agreed on one condition, and that one condition was that we bring you along."

I was still very confused, why would the king want me there? "Why would the King want me to come?" I questioned my thought out loud, staring into my sisters eyes as the carriage started to move. When she did not answer, I shifted my gaze uncomfortably to the small window. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining brightly, as a light breeze drifted in the coach.

"I have not the slightest idea Wilona, I really don't know!" my sister replied suddenly, with a bitter tone to her voice. Those amber eyes of hers could make the devil feel vulnerable, when Tacey was angry.

I squirmed in my seat, trying to avoid her gaze. All I wanted to do was shrivel up and die, but knew that was not an option, unless I was a prune

The rest of the ride to the castle was filled with a tense silence. I was lost in thought about what possible reason could I be wanted at the castle, and why my sister was so angry. Tacey was wrapped up in her own thoughts as well. Trying to stop the ever growing uneasiness I felt as my sister stared at me, I looking out the window once again. Small children played on the streets, laughing and running. I watched as one boy around the age of eleven, went up to a little girl and stole her doll. The girl ran after him, very angry . Even though he was twice her size, she tackled him and he fell. She then grabbed her doll, and walked away, head stuck in the air defiantly.

The ride went slow, and there was not much to watch outside, as the carriage reached the richer part of the village. All there was to behold were wenches, running around looking for the latest fashion, or flirting with guys, young and old. It seemed like hours had passed, and I started to play with my hair, curling it around my finger, or combing through it with my hand, after I started to get bored of watching these scenes

Tacey noticed this and sighed "Stop that Wilona, you are pestering me!"

I stop playing with my hair. What could I do that would not bug this girl, jeez!

Finally, the castle came in sight, much to my relief. It was huge, and not to mention made of stone. I think they probably had to cut up a whole mountain to get that much rock! Well, right as the carriage came to a halt at the castles entrance, I sprang out eager to stretch my cramped legs.

I turned to see who was calling out my sisters name "Welcome Tacey!" my uncle cried, running towards her as she climbed out of the carriage after me. He was a middle aged man, with stern gray eyes, and a bald head. It was then he noticed me "Oh good to see you too Wilona!" he smiled, coming over to embrace me.

I had not seen my uncle in three years, and it was wonderful to see the guy. "How have you been Uncle!" I laughed, running into his bear hug.

"Fine, fine, but I must show you two to your rooms, and you must change into something more presentable." he said, signaling us to follow him into the castle.

When we finally entered the castle, I had to cover my mouth to hold back a gasp. The hall was adorned with elaborate paintings that depicted gory battle scenes, and much more. The marble floor shined so that I could see my reflection, and I just had to wave at the reflected me. A huge staircase inclined upward so high it made my head spin,. I hoped we did not have our room up those stairs. It would be agonizing climbing up those things just to go to bed, like climbing a mountain to get closer to the stars every night.

"Your room will be up those stairs." Uncle announced, pointing up the path of my doom. I gawked in horror

"Oh my, we are going to get tons of exercise!" I heard Tacey exclaim, but was to busy as I stared at the stairs and back to my bag, over and over again. This was not a good day, my sister angry at me for unknown reasons, not knowing why the royal family wanted me there, the servants thinking me bizarre for waving at my reflection in the floor, and now I would have to strain to get my bags up those steps!

"Don't worry, some servants will get your possessions later, just follow me." Uncle laughed looking at me "Just follow me this way." With that he started to climb the steps that were tiring just to look at.

Once at the top, I found that the stairs were not that bad, we all only had to catch our breath for about a minute after the climb. "Now down this hall is were you guys will stay, each having a separate room." Uncle whispered between deep rugged breaths, leading us towards two wooden doors at the beginning of the corridor. "Ona, this one is yours." he pointed to a white door, that was only about a foot taller than I was. I smiled at the nickname

"Tacey, this is yours." Uncle announced proudly, gesturing to the door that had beautiful flower designs carved into it, and the flowers inscribed were painted all the colors of the rainbow.

Tacey gasped "Thank you Uncle!"

"Anything for the beautiful Tacey!" he smiled

I have to admit I was jealous of Tacey. Yes I guess I was pretty, but Tacey was gorgeous and I wanted to know what it would be like to be looked at in that way. All the guys gawking at you, as you stroll casually past, being referred to as more than just cute.

These feelings soon evaporated, and I felt ashamed of myself. There was no way I would like all that attention from men, no way. Secretly in my head though, I would from now on refer to Tacey as Beauty.

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