Saturday, June 10, 2017
Friday, June 2, 2017
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Once upon a time, there lived a Prince and a Princess, who loved each other very much. Together with their loyal servants and handmaids, they led a peaceful life in their castle, and every day they would visit their vast library to read the many books they had and lovingly tend to their beautiful rose garden.
However, as the days went by, the Princess grew bored of the castle. She wanted to experience life outside the castle, but was tied to her various duties, as well as to the Prince. Slowly, her longing developed into an obsession with the outside world, and she no longer cared for the Prince, instead blaming him for trapping her inside the castle. She no longer visited the library with him, nor walked in the garden with him.
One moonlit night, she decided that she would leave the castle forever. As the Prince was sleeping, she packed her belongings and prepared to go. Placing a single dried rose from their garden in a glass jar, she whispered, "My love for you, just like this rose, is no longer alive. I'm sorry, but I must go."
Looking at the Prince for the final time, she leaned down to give him one last kiss. The moment their lips touched, lightning crackled, thunder boomed and rain started to fall. The Prince's cerulean eyes flew open in shock, and the Princess sprang back, hurriedly exiting the room. Taking a horse from the stables, she urged it forwards into the rain, and rode into the surrounding forest.
The Prince, on the other hand, was slow to understand what had transpired. He sat up and saw that the Princess' belongings were gone. He saw the single dried rose that she left behind. And only when he went to the window to see her galloping off on a horse through the pouring rain, he realised that he would never see his love again.
Clutching the rose in his hand, he shed a single tear, which landed in the centre of the flower. The dead petals started to glow, and from within manifested a woman of light.
"I can take away your grief," the woman purred, "but of course, it will come at a price." The Prince, overcome with sadness, agreed. So then the woman revealed herself to be a witch, and stole the Prince's ability to feel love and joy along with his grief, sealing his emotions in the dead rose. She turned the Prince into a horrendous Beast, and his castle staff into talking furniture.
"Your love and joy will feed the rose, bringing it back to life, petal by petal. And only on a night like this, when I come again, will I reverse this curse." The witch disappeared with these parting words, and the Prince-turned-Beast howled in fury, as he could feel not sorrow nor happiness.
The howl reached the Princess' ears, who by then had slowed the horse down to a trot. She shuddered at the sound, and continued riding through the forest, in the direction of a neighbouring village.
At daybreak, when the rain had become a light drizzle, the village came into sight. She stopped at the first house she saw, where a kind old man, who was an inventor, let her stay.
She grew to love the village, and the people who lived there with stories to tell. The villagefolk referred to her as "Belle" because of her beauty, and she accepted the name as her own. She led a humble but happy life in the village, with the old man she loved like a father.
Meanwhile, the Beast in the castle turned mad with rage. He could think about nothing but the Princess, for he believed it was her fault that he was cursed. The talking furniture would discuss in hushed tones about ways to appease him, as the Beast roared and growled, pacing in the neglected garden that no longer bloomed with roses, plotting to capture the Princess.
One day, the Princess roamed deep into the forest looking for rare plants that the old man required for his newest invention. The Beast, who had a keen sense of smell, detected her presence from the castle and took the opportunity to seize and imprison her in his castle.
In what was once her home, she was treated as a prisoner, locked up in a high tower with only stale water and dry bread to consume. The talking furniture were forbidden from going anywhere near the tower, and so she lived in solitude and fear of the Beast, whom she could not recognise as the Prince she used to love. No amount of screaming or fighting could overpower the Beast, so before long, she stopped trying.
As the hourglass-like rose became more alive, she grew colder and deader. And alas, she perished in the tower, alone.
Over a hundred years later, did the last petal finally spring the life. It was a stormy night, same as the night that the Princess chose to leave the castle. From the rose, the witch appeared, and was pleased at the cruel actions of the Beast, for she was evil and twisted to the core.
She returned the talking furniture to their former selves. She returned the Beast his human form. Lastly, she returned him the ability to feel love, to feel joy, and to feel grief. And grieve, he did immensely for the rest of his short life, remembering all he had done to the Princess whom he loved, and knowing that he could never undo his terrible mistake.
The witch disappeared into the night, laughing sadistically, and she lived happily ever after.
The end.
However, as the days went by, the Princess grew bored of the castle. She wanted to experience life outside the castle, but was tied to her various duties, as well as to the Prince. Slowly, her longing developed into an obsession with the outside world, and she no longer cared for the Prince, instead blaming him for trapping her inside the castle. She no longer visited the library with him, nor walked in the garden with him.
One moonlit night, she decided that she would leave the castle forever. As the Prince was sleeping, she packed her belongings and prepared to go. Placing a single dried rose from their garden in a glass jar, she whispered, "My love for you, just like this rose, is no longer alive. I'm sorry, but I must go."
Looking at the Prince for the final time, she leaned down to give him one last kiss. The moment their lips touched, lightning crackled, thunder boomed and rain started to fall. The Prince's cerulean eyes flew open in shock, and the Princess sprang back, hurriedly exiting the room. Taking a horse from the stables, she urged it forwards into the rain, and rode into the surrounding forest.
The Prince, on the other hand, was slow to understand what had transpired. He sat up and saw that the Princess' belongings were gone. He saw the single dried rose that she left behind. And only when he went to the window to see her galloping off on a horse through the pouring rain, he realised that he would never see his love again.
Clutching the rose in his hand, he shed a single tear, which landed in the centre of the flower. The dead petals started to glow, and from within manifested a woman of light.
"I can take away your grief," the woman purred, "but of course, it will come at a price." The Prince, overcome with sadness, agreed. So then the woman revealed herself to be a witch, and stole the Prince's ability to feel love and joy along with his grief, sealing his emotions in the dead rose. She turned the Prince into a horrendous Beast, and his castle staff into talking furniture.
"Your love and joy will feed the rose, bringing it back to life, petal by petal. And only on a night like this, when I come again, will I reverse this curse." The witch disappeared with these parting words, and the Prince-turned-Beast howled in fury, as he could feel not sorrow nor happiness.
The howl reached the Princess' ears, who by then had slowed the horse down to a trot. She shuddered at the sound, and continued riding through the forest, in the direction of a neighbouring village.
At daybreak, when the rain had become a light drizzle, the village came into sight. She stopped at the first house she saw, where a kind old man, who was an inventor, let her stay.
She grew to love the village, and the people who lived there with stories to tell. The villagefolk referred to her as "Belle" because of her beauty, and she accepted the name as her own. She led a humble but happy life in the village, with the old man she loved like a father.
Meanwhile, the Beast in the castle turned mad with rage. He could think about nothing but the Princess, for he believed it was her fault that he was cursed. The talking furniture would discuss in hushed tones about ways to appease him, as the Beast roared and growled, pacing in the neglected garden that no longer bloomed with roses, plotting to capture the Princess.
One day, the Princess roamed deep into the forest looking for rare plants that the old man required for his newest invention. The Beast, who had a keen sense of smell, detected her presence from the castle and took the opportunity to seize and imprison her in his castle.
In what was once her home, she was treated as a prisoner, locked up in a high tower with only stale water and dry bread to consume. The talking furniture were forbidden from going anywhere near the tower, and so she lived in solitude and fear of the Beast, whom she could not recognise as the Prince she used to love. No amount of screaming or fighting could overpower the Beast, so before long, she stopped trying.
As the hourglass-like rose became more alive, she grew colder and deader. And alas, she perished in the tower, alone.
Over a hundred years later, did the last petal finally spring the life. It was a stormy night, same as the night that the Princess chose to leave the castle. From the rose, the witch appeared, and was pleased at the cruel actions of the Beast, for she was evil and twisted to the core.
She returned the talking furniture to their former selves. She returned the Beast his human form. Lastly, she returned him the ability to feel love, to feel joy, and to feel grief. And grieve, he did immensely for the rest of his short life, remembering all he had done to the Princess whom he loved, and knowing that he could never undo his terrible mistake.
The witch disappeared into the night, laughing sadistically, and she lived happily ever after.
The end.
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