A/N: I just wanted to thank everyone who has reviewed my stories, all of them. Heres a few shout-outz and responses, I'm sorry I didn't respond in the last chapter.
Metaphorical: YEAH! I am a member and have archived stories on your C2 community! That makes me very proud!
Miss Piratess: Yes I know what you mean. I'm glad you liked it, I was trying to show that wishes have consequences.
Speaker for the Five Year: Thank you, I hope you like this update.
TrudiRose: I didn't intend for it to be based off Disney, but I see your point. I'm glad you liked it. I will have to check out "The Beast Within", I usually don't look in that category.
smelly old men that shout: I doubt you're reading this, but I feel I need to justify myself. I did in fact read your story, and honestly, I just didn't really like it. you quoted the ring and such, and it was just not very clever or original. And saying that my story (Princess and the Pea) is "weird, vaguely stupid and not funny at all" is not constructive criticism. It's a flame. I'm sorry I flamed you back, but I hate to say, you deserved it. And I did state it's not my best work. And please don't judge my work when you haven't read it.
sorry about that everyone, I needed to get it off my chest.
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Spinning Death
After the end he lived in darkness. His mind stayed in darkness, and soon his heart, which had still been faintly light, became darkness. Darkness was his life, and there was nothing left in him.
She lived in peace, a newborn in each arm, and an almost grown daughter, whose beauty began to surpass her mother's. The king watched from the corners, vaguely loving and gentle, but staying out of the way. The Queen had not touched a spinning wheel since.
The rooms of gold were gone, after the Queen had made the King distribute it among the peasants. The kingdom thrived, and became the wealthiest of nations, even the poorest of people still able to live in lavish houses and eat good food.
The eldest princess was named Clarisse. Her eyes were golden amber like her mother's, and her hair was deep brown silk like her father. The twins were golden in both hair and eyes.
It was a happy time. They did not know of the darkness brewing beneath them.
The hole had been remained, but the door to the room was closed and locked, only to be opened by the key which lay on the Queen's bosom. It was an engraved key, which hug on a thin gold chain. The king thought she had disposed of the key. She kept it well hidden, beneath her high necked gowns and tucked in a special pocket in her nightgown.
The Queen never visited the chamber, she simply guarded it. Only the king knew, and he began to forget, as old age began to set in. She had been young, and he had been almost old and the years began to settle, obscuring all details in a blissful fog.
And so life went on above, while in the darkness evil brewed.
He knew of Clarisse and she knew of him. Many of nights he would sit and stroke her long dark hair, which blended with the darkness of his heart. He feigned content and happiness, but beneath his mask was darkness. She knew nothing of the darkness, her naivety obscuring her true sight. She thought she was in love. He was looking for revenge.
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No one ever knew what hit them. One minute they had their beautiful dark haired princess, with her kind words and soft smile. The next there was just a cold death, blood matted hair and the blue tinted pale which overcomes those who pass on.
During the funeral, no one noticed the flashing motion of the Queen's hand, her slender hands which gripped at the hidden key. The king lost what was left of his vigor in the death of his eldest daughter. Life passed slowly from him, and not long after he too was found gone, wasted away by sorrow.
The Queen endured this torture and tragedy with such resilience and strength, people began to talk. Rumors began of the Queen killing her only child, jealous of her beauty. The Queen regretted her vanity and ignorance. Looking back she realized her child had changed before her eyes, transformed. Most would not and did not notice, and only looking back did the Queen's motherly eyes catch the subtle differences.
The twins kept the Queen busy, and gave her an excuse to remain isolated in the palace, neither seeing nor speaking to know one. The High Chancellor took over the kingdom, as is custom when the rulers are not fit to rule.
Still darkness grew, and from that hole in the ground seeped this blackness. It filled the room and sought out every corner and nook and cranny it could. He remained in the darkness, and the kingdom began to fall apart. Crimes piled upon one another and many a men were executed. Business's fell and people lost all they had. The Queen took no notice.
Finally he emerged. In his hand he carried a blackened wood spinning wheel. One leg was crooked, and he was still leaned forward like a hunchback. The Queen gasped and stared at the darkness that invaded her privacy.
She reached around her neck and felt for the key. Yanking it off, she turned and with all her might hurled the key out of the window. The instant the key left her hands he vanished.
The blackened spinning wheel remained in place. Cautiously the Queen approached it. Her pale fingers grazed the seat and she felt the urge to sit. A feeling came to her that she hadn't felt since before coming Queen. Joy. Pure and simple joy. Almost excited, the Queen rushed up and retrieved some thread. This thread she began to spin into yarn and elation filled her soul.
She never should have stopped spinning. Her hands were unsure at first, but they grew steadier as time went on. They became gnarled, and her foot began to become gnarled too. Still she spun.
She spun in memory of her daughter, in memory of her husband. She spun hope for her twins, hope for the kingdom and joy for her self. Last she spun for love and redemption, sorrow and forgiveness.
She spun till her death, everyday taking to the wheel. She raised the twins, both whom grew to be beautiful and marry princes. She died alone in a house built just for her and her spinning.
No one was there in the house when she died. She was at the wheel when it happened. A sudden ecstasy spasmed across her body and her mind began to whirl. Her last words were "Forgive...Rumplestiltskin."
No one heard, since no one was there to hear. Simply a shadow of darkness, which at those words burst into a ray of sunlight. It was the end.
