Author: ChibbieTirstanandLancelotsGurlLovR4Ever (Surreal's other, evil
personality)
Rating: R to be safe
Genre: Mary Sue...I mean, Horror
Summary: She's beautiful. She's thin. She's going to change the
destinies of the Knights in a way no one has imagined.
Beta Notes: No Beta. I didn't want to cause the delightful Evil
Jacquie or ScoutLover to flee in terror. Any mistakes are mine and
should be scorned appropriately.
Disclaimer: The original legends are not mine, nor are the characters
from Disney's "King Arthur", whom this particular travesty is based on.
I beg of all those involved with the movie to not hunt me down and
kill me, and my sincerest and deepest apologies to Tristan and Mads.
Notes: This fic was born because of some girls I RP'd with did not
like how I played Tristan, and suggested that he was a tap-dancing
girly-man. So I wrote this as a tribute to them. It will be updated
whenever I am motivated to add to the horror.
Read at your own risk.
Chapter One:
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You see, it all began centuries in the future, with a small girl named Ariel Belle. She was a special child. She was graceful and beautiful even at a young age, with a perfect singing voice. She also had the strange ability to communicate with animals and she could see unicorns when no one else could, because she so special. Everywhere she went people loved her. She was particularly close with her parents, and they spent many a fun time together.
While visiting the mall one fateful day, Ariel stopped to speak with her best friend Flutterby, who was a flying pink unicorn. (( A/N: No one else can see him right? But no one thinks she's crazy because she's so sweet. )) Her parents lost sight of her and became distraught because their lives were empty without their precious child. They were so upset that they flung themselves off the upper walkway, and splattered themselves on the tile mosaic floor at the food court.
Ariel Belle was deeply traumatized by this event, as the bodies of her parents landed at her feet. Her parents weren't the only things that she lost that day. Her favorite pair of designer shoes ended up with blood all over them.
Ariel Belle woke with a start from the horrible nightmare. She had been dreaming of the day when her parents had died. "Why Flutterby, why couldn't you have saved them?" she sobbed hopelessly. Her tears were like ice, like how she felt on the inside. "Why didn't I save them?"
She looked at the picture of her parents by her bed and she wept even more bitterly. "And my poor parents. If only I could have saved them too…"
For since her parents had perished on her sixteenth birthday, Ariel had been forced to live with her greedy uncle Count von Hugo Dracumort (( A/N: He's not a count really; that's his first name lolls!1! )), who abused her terribly. He made her stay in the guest room of his two-bedroom house and he fired her personal maid. He made Ariel work hard and she didn't even get an allowance. As if all that wasn't bad enough, he made her clean up her room, and whatever could not fit in her single closet and her dresser she had to give up to charity.
"Oh woe is me," she wailed into the darkness of the small room. "My life is so hard. I wish I could go back in time, to a happier place." She sobbed quietly, but the tears only made her look more beautiful in the glow of the moonlight that entered her room. "If only I could just leave this place and never come back."
Worn out from her emotional out-burst, and worried that she would wrinkle her face if she cried for too long, Ariel curled up in bed and fell into a restless sleep, where she was haunted by images of her dead parents and her lost shoes.
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The next morning Ariel arose from her bed with a bright smile on her face. It was not in her nature to languish for long in her sorrow. She understood that some people in life had to suffer greatly. If she had to be one of them, then she would bear her burden with dignity and without self-pity.
Though she must walk the lonely halls of her high school where peer pressure existed ( but she was way too strong-willed to ever give into such ideas ) and have people like her only because she was beautiful with perfect skin, a perfectly curved body and large breasts, she would prevail.
Besides, she had decided on a plan on how to flee from her horrible uncle and her dreadfully stifling life. (( A/N: She's smart too, but not like the dorky kind of smart. )) So she went to school and flirted with some boys and she laughed liltingly when a fistfight broke out among them on who would sit beside her at lunch. Oh how her blue-violet eyes with silver streaks danced and sparkled at the antics of her friends. They cheered her up immensely, and after seeing them all to the infirmary, she skipped off to her most difficult class of the day, history. It was so boring. Who cared about stupid dusty old things anyway?
After school was over she was walked home alone, contemplating how well that new conditioner was working in her comely locks. She liked the color of her hair, which was the color of finely spun gold, and was silky soft. Even though her hair was long (down to her shapely waist), it was light as a cloud. Recently she had put in some blue and pink highlights and she was pleased with the contrast. She also liked it because it annoyed her uncle.
Ariel had promised to meet Flutterby in the park, so she went to cross the street, and was nearly run over by a garbage truck. She just barely missed getting flattened by the evil gas-guzzling, non-environmentally safe truck because she noticed that she had dropped her pen with the glittering pink fuzz-ball at the top, and she didn't want to lose it.
Completely oblivious to the fact that she had nearly died, she brushed off the slightly dirty pen with loving hands and assessed the damage with a small frown on her rose-petal colored lips. It didn't look too bad. She walked into the park and started looking for Flutterby. If she hadn't been so distracted, she would have heard the sound of the nylon Frisbee headed her way, but she didn't see it until it was too late. She looked up in time to get nailed between the eyes by a slobbery teal and yellow Frisbee. There was a momentary pain and then she crumpled slowly and gracefully to the ground in a complete swoon.
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To be continued, unless no one reviews.