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A/N: Firstly, Ella is not toothless. I just used that to mean smiling without her teeth. And I am so sorry I haven't updated lately. Updates will be much more frequent now, because I've finished writing this! I had to, so that updates would actually happen during the school year. So please R & R this chapter if you guys want me to continue at all! Reviewers are praised in a shrine.
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Aurora POV
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This freak had stringy green hair that was streaked with many different strands of blue and purple. She had long elven ears, but where the point was supposed to be, a curl of excess skin resided instead, turning into a delicate spiral formation. It was actually rather fantastic when you got used to it. She had one rose-colored and one brown eye. And she looked pretty bad.
She held a wand, but it was bent in many different places, and a strand of phoenix tail was hanging from the tip. There were numerous bruises on her face and arms, and her lip was bleeding, among other things. Dirt stained her starved face. "Are you Aurora?" she murmured quickly, looking quite faint.
"Well, I might ask -"
The fairy girl erupted. "Listen, I don't have time for this!" she screeched at me. "My mother will be here any moment, and if she finds what I have done --"
She collapsed into a chair, eyes closed. I forced myself to behave cordially, because I felt more pity than loathing for this fae girl. "Would you like to take a seat?" I asked sweetly.
"I can sit down," she murmured gratefully in reply. For a moment, she closed her eyes, exultant in this seemingly simple privilege. Rapunzel raised her eyebrow at me. I shrugged. The fae girl grinned in ecstasy. "No more standing," she continued breathlessly. And then a sense of purpose consumed her. The tired eyes ignited with flame. I was swiftly and brutally interrogated.
"Have your hands ever bled?"
"No."
"Do you spin often?"
"Yes."
"With a spindle?"
"Yes."
"Your spindle is not blunt?"
"It is quite sharp."
She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "How old are you?" she asked, laying back down against the back of the chair and closing both eyes. A great peace had overtaken her. "Sixteen the day after tomorrow, the same day as the ball" I replied. Both eyes popped open. She suddenly clutched her heart. "S-S-SIXTEEN?" she screamed. I nodded.
She howled at the roof and stomped her feet, moaning in anger and rage. "I should have known!" she bellowed, "I should have known it would never work! Never! Never!" She clutched her skull and wailed again.
"Please explain" I begged, "Have I caused you any grief?" She nodded. "I shall try to make this quick," she began, "so don't ask any questions, please." I nodded my assent. She was obviously in a hurry, and a proper princess always conceded to the guest. "When you were born," she began, "one of the twelve fairies in the land was not invited to be your fairy godmother. She grew extremely angry when she heard of it, and cast a spell on you, claiming that at the age of sixteen you should prick your finger upon a spindle and die, and all those in your family or service would sleep for a hundred years, and consequently, die. That WITCH was the fairy Delphi Corona. You know her as Lady Malifice."
I gasped. This could not be true! No- but she always seemed miffed that I received no hand injury. It could be --- But before I could interrupt, she continued. "But I - I cast a spell that protected your hands from injury, and my friend cast a disarming spell. It kind of --- weaves through the air and removes any harmful strands of magic. We all thought you were fine. But we were wrong." She groaned again.
"However, Malifice knew you were not protected. I understand it now. She is my mother. Being her daughter, I could not completely undo or prevent any spell of her casting. For years, I wondered why she had locked me in that dungeon, where I could not sit for SEVEN YEARS! Seven years I stayed upright, falling asleep on my feet!" She screeched in rage, using some fae language I could not decipher. She composed herself. "But now - now I know. I cannot protect you! Once you hit sixteen, you will prick your finger! You will!" She screeched. "But the spell's effect will be lessened. Yes, it will be lessened. You may not die. Only sleep. Only sleep. But for a hundred years! By magic! Surely it is death! But your true love would have to---But you must escape before she gets to you! You must! She cannot ---"
Lady Malifice stepped into the room. She set eyes upon the girl and screamed. "You escaped! You little ---" She lunged towards her daughter.
My benefactor, my fairy godmother by fault, disappeared in one quick burst of green flame. And I was suddenly feeling a bit queasy about my birthday.
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A/N: So how do you like it? The ball is where it gets really good. I am quite proud of that part.
A/N: Firstly, Ella is not toothless. I just used that to mean smiling without her teeth. And I am so sorry I haven't updated lately. Updates will be much more frequent now, because I've finished writing this! I had to, so that updates would actually happen during the school year. So please R & R this chapter if you guys want me to continue at all! Reviewers are praised in a shrine.
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Aurora POV
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This freak had stringy green hair that was streaked with many different strands of blue and purple. She had long elven ears, but where the point was supposed to be, a curl of excess skin resided instead, turning into a delicate spiral formation. It was actually rather fantastic when you got used to it. She had one rose-colored and one brown eye. And she looked pretty bad.
She held a wand, but it was bent in many different places, and a strand of phoenix tail was hanging from the tip. There were numerous bruises on her face and arms, and her lip was bleeding, among other things. Dirt stained her starved face. "Are you Aurora?" she murmured quickly, looking quite faint.
"Well, I might ask -"
The fairy girl erupted. "Listen, I don't have time for this!" she screeched at me. "My mother will be here any moment, and if she finds what I have done --"
She collapsed into a chair, eyes closed. I forced myself to behave cordially, because I felt more pity than loathing for this fae girl. "Would you like to take a seat?" I asked sweetly.
"I can sit down," she murmured gratefully in reply. For a moment, she closed her eyes, exultant in this seemingly simple privilege. Rapunzel raised her eyebrow at me. I shrugged. The fae girl grinned in ecstasy. "No more standing," she continued breathlessly. And then a sense of purpose consumed her. The tired eyes ignited with flame. I was swiftly and brutally interrogated.
"Have your hands ever bled?"
"No."
"Do you spin often?"
"Yes."
"With a spindle?"
"Yes."
"Your spindle is not blunt?"
"It is quite sharp."
She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "How old are you?" she asked, laying back down against the back of the chair and closing both eyes. A great peace had overtaken her. "Sixteen the day after tomorrow, the same day as the ball" I replied. Both eyes popped open. She suddenly clutched her heart. "S-S-SIXTEEN?" she screamed. I nodded.
She howled at the roof and stomped her feet, moaning in anger and rage. "I should have known!" she bellowed, "I should have known it would never work! Never! Never!" She clutched her skull and wailed again.
"Please explain" I begged, "Have I caused you any grief?" She nodded. "I shall try to make this quick," she began, "so don't ask any questions, please." I nodded my assent. She was obviously in a hurry, and a proper princess always conceded to the guest. "When you were born," she began, "one of the twelve fairies in the land was not invited to be your fairy godmother. She grew extremely angry when she heard of it, and cast a spell on you, claiming that at the age of sixteen you should prick your finger upon a spindle and die, and all those in your family or service would sleep for a hundred years, and consequently, die. That WITCH was the fairy Delphi Corona. You know her as Lady Malifice."
I gasped. This could not be true! No- but she always seemed miffed that I received no hand injury. It could be --- But before I could interrupt, she continued. "But I - I cast a spell that protected your hands from injury, and my friend cast a disarming spell. It kind of --- weaves through the air and removes any harmful strands of magic. We all thought you were fine. But we were wrong." She groaned again.
"However, Malifice knew you were not protected. I understand it now. She is my mother. Being her daughter, I could not completely undo or prevent any spell of her casting. For years, I wondered why she had locked me in that dungeon, where I could not sit for SEVEN YEARS! Seven years I stayed upright, falling asleep on my feet!" She screeched in rage, using some fae language I could not decipher. She composed herself. "But now - now I know. I cannot protect you! Once you hit sixteen, you will prick your finger! You will!" She screeched. "But the spell's effect will be lessened. Yes, it will be lessened. You may not die. Only sleep. Only sleep. But for a hundred years! By magic! Surely it is death! But your true love would have to---But you must escape before she gets to you! You must! She cannot ---"
Lady Malifice stepped into the room. She set eyes upon the girl and screamed. "You escaped! You little ---" She lunged towards her daughter.
My benefactor, my fairy godmother by fault, disappeared in one quick burst of green flame. And I was suddenly feeling a bit queasy about my birthday.
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A/N: So how do you like it? The ball is where it gets really good. I am quite proud of that part.