A/N: 'Allo, my readers. I know, I probably should make a story about Raven and Beastboy AFTER Fragrant Soul, like I was planning to do. But, alas, I was reading Terry Pratchett's Witches Abroad and became inspired to write a story about fairy-tales all meshed together. So, with no further ado, here is:

"Tangled Tales"

Chapter One

All stories have a beginning, and all stories have an end. Over time, however, stories start to mesh together, causing havoc for the world these twines of tales have wrapped around. Stories get tangled into so many knots, they clash, and they're not just a variety of novel tales anymore, but one huge, complicated story. In a faraway world, a sleeping beauty is being awoken by a beast with a rose; a hero is working with seven elves to defeat a wicked witch with ruby glass shoes; and happilly ever afters are more screwed up than ever.

But, all stories have beginnings, and ours begins in a small, dank, dark cellar under a snow white mansion. Here is where our heroine sits, reading a book with bored violet eyes. Upstairs, stomping around, the harsh whines of her step-sister wafts down through the floor. Whines which Raven is ignoring to the best of her ability as she becomes swept up in the world of words printed in her book.

But, of course, that shrieking banshee finally uses her pea-sized brain, and slams the door to the cellar open. Raven glances up, the same monotonously bored expressing gracing her soft pale features, at the sound of the high-heeled feet stomping down the stairs. Soon Raven's step-sister emerged from the dark grimy staircase, an angelic light of cleanlieness in violet-haired girl's dank room.

With hands on her hips, the blonde, blue-eyed step sister looked around the cellar in disgust. Terra's bright baby blue dress, low cut to redundantly show off the nearly non-existant cleavage the blonde had, nearly blinded Raven. But, having learned her lesson long ago, Raven knew it was better to keep quiet until Terra had ordered her to do whatever menial task the blonde commanded.

"Didn't you hear me calling for you?" snapped the blue-eyed girl, sneering at Raven nastilly. Raven merely stared up at Terra, only raising an eyebrow as if to say 'What the hell do you think, stupid?'. After a moment of silence, Terra scoffed, "Oh, whatever. I've been looking for you for, like, forever! Father demands that you come shopping with me and him, since the Prince's Ball is tonight."

Raven had to suppress a snort of cynicality. "The Prince's Ball" was code name for "I Have To Find A Wife So I Can Be A Kingly Tyrant". And of course, "Wife" to royalty meant a "Beautiful, No Brained, Chatterbox That Was Only An Accessory To The King's Arm."

"Why would I want to shop for a dress for the Prince's Ball?" inquired Raven, wanting to get through with this painfully stupid conversation as soon as possible, so she could continue to read her book. Terra laughed atrociously, as if what Raven was asking was funnier than fruitcakes, "Who said we were bringing you with us to find a dress? Father just doesn't want you to steal anything while we're out."

Raven bit her tongue just in time to stop her snappish retort about how there was nothing in the house worth stealing. Sighing, the pale girl slowly slid off her bed, and went to the dusty, old dresser that held the miniscule amount of clothes she was given to wear. Retrieving a dark blue cloak from the depths of the dresser, she threw it around her shoulders and turned to face Terra.

"I'm ready for my strenuous punishment, oh-blonde-one." mumbled the pale girl sarcastically, as she strode past Terra and up the stairs. There was a squeak from Terra, who glanced around wildly at the dirty dungeon, before following her 'lesser' sister up the stairs, exclaiming about how beauty should go before ugliness.

One might wonder why, seeing as Raven's soft pale features could blow Terra's Barbie-like carbon-copy look out of the water. Well, Terra is almost a typical carbon-copy of Barbie, since Barbie packs a pair of loaded breasts while Terra's could only be called two miniscule mounds of hopeful cleavage.

I severely apologize for Terra's complete OOC nature, if any Terra-fans are reading. I was in a Terra-Bashing mood when I wrote this, obviously. Any critiques, or advice are appreciated.

A Barbie reference in a fairy tale is probably not the best, but I couldn't help it. XD