Our Story
Fairy (Pony) Tail
Once upon a time, there was a Princess who ruled a wonderful kingdom of teddy bears. The Princess was beautiful and kind and intelligent and rich. Everyone loved her.
But, one day, an evil Witch kidnapped the Princess–
"Wait, Mom. Did you say Witch?"
"Yes, I said Witch."
"Shouldn't that be a Wizard?"
"It was a Witch. That's how the story is."
Anyway… the Witch kidnapped the Princess so she could marry the Princess-
"Why?"
"So the Witch could get to rule the Princess' kingdom."
"No, I meant to ask, why is the Witch okay with marrying another girl?"
"Well… because she was an evil Witch, that's why."
"Just because she's evil doesn't mean she's okay with marrying another girl. I really think the villain should be a Wizard, not a Witch."
"Who's the storyteller here again?"
"You are, Mom."
"Right. Now stop arguing and listen to my story."
"Yes, Mom."
"Where were we?"
To go on, the Princess refused the Witch. She believed that she had a special someone she would love all her life. She would wait for that person no matter what.
Furious at the rejection, the Witch imprisoned the Princess in a dark dungeon until the Princess submitted to her will-
"Why did the Witch just imprison the Princess?"
"What do you mean, why not?"
"I mean, the Witch could have used her powers or a potion to make the Princess do what she wanted..."
"How about you tell the story and I listen to you?"
"You're the one who knows the story, Mom."
"And what are you?"
"A discerning critic."
"Wise guy."
"I'm a girl, Mom."
But the Princess never lost hope and kept waiting for her destined love.
"Mom?"
Then, a handsome Prince in shining armor came riding a white charger.
"… okay, whatever…"
The Prince had heard of the Princess' plight. He swore to save the Princess from the evil Witch.
A Fairy Godmother then appeared to the Prince. She gave the Prince a magical weapon with which to fight the Witch.
Lo and behold, it was a magic sausage–
"Triela…"
"Hi, Dad," greeted the younger of the two blondes on the bed,
"What now, Victor?" archly asked the older.
"Stop putting rubbish inside Ratiel's head."
"Sure thing, Hilshire…"
"Seriously, if Claes ever heard you making fun of her behind her back…"
"One, I'm not naming names. Two, I think I'm jealous."
"… whatever…"
"Achooh!"
"God bless you."
"Thanks, Luke. I could have sworn Triela was talking behind my back."
Disclaimer: Gunslinger Girl not mine. Luke owned by Colonel Marksman.
