"Sleeping Beauty" by fernand jiro marantal

I was Fernand jiro marantal, from my sleep, I awoke my troubled mind .. this is because my older brother, why do not U powder in the sleeping beauty story ..'' that he'd like to turn ..

shed I found I do is cognizant that one day he read it ...

trained you like a story again to share with you ...

 I was thinking one day, and I realized that in all my nearly seventeen years, I have never read, nor seen a movie of Sleeping Beauty. So I got the notion, that I wanted to create my own version. So I found a very basic summary of the original version, and am using that for a backround to create my own Sleeping Beauty Story.

This is the prologue, or part one, or however you wish to call it.

A good queen only wishes for a daughter... 

“Tell a story! Please, tell a story!” The towns-children clamored; they were a diverse group of people. Some of the girls had hair braided into pigtails, the adolescent girls had loose, long hair, but both wore the woolen hand-sewn dresses common to the quaint town. The tousle headed young boys were in cutoff breeches and wool shirts, the older males in heavy pants. The youngest gathered around the elderly woman on a floor piled with blankets and rugs while the older children found benches and chairs behind the little ones. 

“Tell one ‘bout a beautiful princess and a handsome prince!” The small girls cried, their eyes shining from where they perched on the floor. 

The young boys wrinkled their noses. “Tell one about courageous knights and swordfights!” They too, leaned forward on their knobby knees, the firelight glowing on their freshly washed faces. The adolescents just smiled, the coupled ones cozy in the comfort of each other, and let the younger decide. A few adults entered the common room, leaning unobtrusively on a wall or finding an unoccupied chair to listen with a knowing upturning of their lips as they fondly watched. 

They all, younger and older, anticipated a magical fairytale. 

The elderly woman held up a hand, and a profound silence cast over the warm, orangey countenance of the fire-lit room. Her pallid blue eyes were kind and a smile etched across the abundant wrinkles in her timeless face. The children hung onto every one of her soft words as if gave them life. “To tell you what my story is about would be to give it away. Do you still want to hear, though you won’t know what it’s about?” She asked the many children scattered about her feet. 

They nodded vigorously, already enthralled by the mysterious glint in her eye. 

“Very well then,” The old woman resettled herself in the aged folds in the single armchair, and clasped her hands in her lap. Beside her, the fire crackled and popped, its silvery smoke ascending to the star-studded winter sky outside. 

Her voice was like magic in a silence absolute except for small shifts and rustling of clothing. “Once upon a time…There were four great kingdoms: The Kingdom of the North, The Kingdom of the West, The Kingdom of the South and The Kingdom of the East. This story begins in The Kingdom in the West. It was a beautiful place, full of green meadows, blue skies and beautiful forests. The people were prosperous and happy, with red-cheeked, laughing children, and wise, twinkling-eyed elders. There was only one stain upon this magical place: at its northern border was a dark forest.” 

The old woman’s voice slowed, and she gestured with her hands the magnitude of the vile forest. “The black trees there were bigger than any tree had ever grown. The forest was full of shadows, and had a darker magic than any of the faeries knew. Even the greatest wizards and bravest knights feared to go within it. It was said that if you ate or kept anything from within the forest, evil would overtake you, and terrible demons would rise up and swallow your soul with the vengeance of their long-lost magical knowledge.” 

The children shivered as the little girls clustered together with wide eyes and the boys tried to act brave with white-knuckled hands clasped tight to the blankets. The teenage girls sitting behind them drew closet to their companions, their eyes on the woman. 

“But nobody ever went within the Dark Forest. People stayed south of it in the gentle hills of The Kingdom of the West, and north of it in The Kingdom of the North. So very few people went there in fact, that nearly everything heard about the Dark Forest had become legend. The Dark Forest itself was a shadow on the map, a place with no sky, overrun with undergrowth and the black trees. 

“This story begins in The Kingdom of the West. At its very center was a great and exquisite castle. It rose up six, seven stories with pure white walls and to even greater heights with pointed turrets and grand flags. In this castle lived King and the Queen.” The old woman clasped her hands together and sighed. 

“They were such a magnificent couple. The king was fair and just, the queen beautiful and compassionate. For many years, they reigned in peace, but a subtle melancholy was settling over The Kingdom of the West. No children came to the royal couple, despite all their intentions; they could not have a child. The beautiful Queen’s face grew solemn, and the King’s demeanor grew disheartened. Fearing the King’s slowly disappearing love at her incompetence, the Queen stole away one night determined to find a remedy.” 

The old woman’s face grew grave, and the fire seemed to dim as she continued to speak with her captivating voice. The children unconsciously drew closer together on the blanket-heaped floor. 

“She went alone, deep within the Dark Forest. She did not know who or what she searched for, but something drew her farther and closer to the heart of the forsaken woods. Upon reaching a single, desolate clearing within the enormous black barked trees, she fell to her knees, crying for help. To her, came a small, pale-skinned fairy. It couldn’t have been more than six inches tall, and was quite beautiful. “Why do you weep fair lady?” The fairy asked, and then alighted upon the Queen’s knee and sat, folding her glittering silver wings behind her. The Queen, who did not know what else to do, found herself pouring out the whole story to the tiny creature. 

“She told the fairy how all she had ever wanted were children, in particular a little girl. She told the small fairy how she loved the King, but feared he was loosing his love of her. She told the fairy how that if they did not have a child, The Kingdom of the West would turn to civil war looking for a new regent. She poured out her entire heart and soul to this creature that sat and listened without a comment.” 

The old woman paused in her story weaving to explain the faeries. “Now, let me tell you, faeries are the only creatures, besides dragons of course - but those are so few they aren’t even in this story - faeries are the only creatures that have a natural, unlearned magic. If anybody, this small fairy might be able to help the Queen. Maybe that is why she told the small thing everything. Most faeries were kind and tender hearted in ways of helping others.” 

A child raised his chin to say something, but the old woman lifted her hand, and the boy sank back down in the blankets and rugs without a word. 

“After a great amount of silence, the Queen began to think that maybe she was only imagining the fairy, because it sat so silently and did not move at all. Finally she asked it, “Small fairy, are you there? Or am I only seeing things and talking to myself?” The fairy replied in her beautiful voice, “Dear lady, never fear, I am as real as you are. I have thought long about your predicament, and if you would grant me something in return, I would gladly give you a potion to take, and in a month, you will find yourself with child.” The Queen was so grateful she found herself speechless. Finally finding her voice, she stammered out, “Oh, little fairy thank you! I would grant you anything within my power, if only I could have a child!” 

The fairy smiled, “You must wait in this spot until the morning’s first light can be seen through the sky. Then I will return with a potion for you.” Then, the fairy unfolded her silver wings and flew once around the clearing before returning to the Queen. “I warn you, fair lady, do not leave the clearing until I return. Terrible, terrible things are in these woods at night.” With that, she flew away into the shadows of the black trees. The Queen waited within that tiny clearing throughout the whole night. By the time morning came, she was thoroughly frightened, for though she had not left her place in the center of the clearing, horrific noises issued forth from the trees, screams, moans, shrieks and laughter. 

“When she saw the light above the trees, she rose to her feet shaking. It did not take long for the little fairy to return, a miniscule bottle in her hand. The Queen lifted her hand, and the fairy stood upon it. “Here you are, fair lady, drink this immediately, and in one month, you will find yourself with child.” The fairy dropped the bottle into the Queen’s palm. It immediately resized to a proportion adequate for a human, and the Queen took it and put it within her pocket. 

“The tiny fairy cleared her throat. “And now, my request?” The Queen paused. “Forgive me, little fairy. Please, ask anything!” The fairy rose in the air until she was level with the Queen’s face before speaking. “You will let me attend your child’s christening,” she simply stated. The Queen, light-hearted with the simplicity of the request smiled, her face beautiful again. “Of course little fairy, but how will I know to find you and tell you when?” 

The fairy settled back into the Queen’s palm thoughtfully. A moment later, she lifted her head. “You will leave a lock of the child’s hair tied on the first tree you come to of the Dark Forest a week before the christening. I will find it and come. I must go now, the sunlight doesn’t favor me as it used to.” The Queen curtsied to the small fairy, which indeed had begun to look wan. “Thank you, little fairy, I will not forget.” 

“The small fairy sped away into the shadows, and the Queen went the opposite direction, walked as quickly as she could through the Dark Forest. Her earlier elation slowly sapped away, and by the time she emerged from the edge of the woods near midday, she was frightened and shaking. While going through the Forest, things had grabbed at her, voices howled about her head, and apparitions danced and tortured her vision. Her dress was torn and stained, her hair tangled and twined with leaves and twigs, and her face and arms scratched. She went to the nearest house she could find, and the people there were appalled at the state of their queen; they found her a bath, clean clothes and a carriage to take her to the castle.” The old woman paused, and in her breath, somebody spoke. 

It was one of the older males, one sitting on a bench in a corner and quite alone. It was rather odd that he sat alone, for he was fairly good-looking. Most of the people turned to look at him as he spoke. “This isn’t the same story, of the girl who pricks her finger and falls asleep for a hundred years, is it?” 

The old woman, somewhat bothered by his interruption, waved her hand in dismissal, “Of course not young lad! A story teller never tells the same tale twice!” 

“But you’ve begun it exactly the same way!” The boy continued to protest, a bit indignant of her calling him a lad. The smaller children upon the floor shifted restlessly. They wanted the story to continue. 

The old woman closed her eyes for a brief moment, “Many stories begin the same, but this one goes farther! I know you have not heard of the ogre queen, the folly of the prince, nor the evil that brewed right in the princess’ own castle!” The old woman by now was angry at the boy’s audacity. 

The boy was forced to hang his head in defeat, as he agreed to what the woman said. The woman huffed and resettled her thin frame in the chair to begin once more. The children on the floor had drawn even closer to her, intrigued by what she had given away. The elderly woman took a deep breath, and closed her eyes again. 

She was quiet for several minutes, and finally one of the children, a blonde-headed little girl at her feet tentatively asked, “Grandma, will you continue? Do the prince and the princess fall in love?” 

The old woman opened her pale eyes and smiled knowingly at the little girl. “Well my dear, we’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” Folding her arthritic hands together again, her eyes took on a far away look as she began to speak. 

The children unconsciously shifted closer, once more wrapped up within her words. Even the older boy who had spoken up couldn’t help but lean forward, fascinated by the tale.