So do you remember a long time ago in December of 2016 when I wrote a story beginning but never followed up with it? Well, I have written a short bit of what comes next. To read the first part you can click here if you want to. It's the prologue and even though this part is short, we're going to call it Chapter 1. I'm not sure how much of this story I'm going to write, although ideally I'll finish it, edit it, get it published by a huge publishing company and then make millions off of it, but let's just start with the first chapter and see where we go from there. Someday in the future, I might assemble the entirety of the story onto an online publishing format such as Fictionpress or Wattpad or whatever the youngsters are into these days. If I do that I'll be sure to let you all know so that you can view it wherever it ends up and you can enjoy it or hate it there. So without further ado and blabbering I present to you: Chapter 1. “Oh dear, oh me, oh my! This is not good, this curse isn’t working like it should!”
The king and queen of the kingdom rolled their eyes at the palace wizard’s instant rhyming. The fellow, who’s name was Breck, thought it made him sound mystical and mysterious, but he wasn’t good at coming up with rhymes on the spot so it really just slowed down the pace at which he spoke. This was fine when he was giving the daily weather forecast, and it didn’t bother anyone when he was making potions or doing simple spells, but it could be quite the nuisance when you actually wanted him to tell you something important. Like this particular occasion. The moment that the fairy Chanter the Terrible had cursed the two day old princess the king had ordered the christening party to be shut down. They politely waved goodbye to all of their guests and then rushed the baby off to the wizard, who never attended parties because in his words: “there are people there”. “What do you mean it’s not working like it should?” The queen asked grouchily, holding her baby in a manner that spoke to the fact that she’d never before held a baby. Of course, you couldn’t expect her to have given she was raised as pampered gentility and was only eighteen years old. She’d had an epic quest at seventeen, saved the kingdom while falling in love with the king, who was in disguise as a soldier, learned a few life lessons, and then married the king and was following up with her happily ever after. She’d never considered that there might be more problems after she got married and had kids. That simply didn’t happen to you once you were in your epilogue years. “It is incredibly odd, my queen, a thing like this I have never seen.” “And what exactly is this?” “This fairy generally does nasty deeds, but if her instructions one does heed, then one shouldn’t see the need to get worked up or cancel sup.” The king and queen took a moment to puzzle out that the wizard was saying that the fairy did lots of mean things, but if you followed her instructions then you could break the curse without much difficulty. This seemed to placate the queen. If the spell was easy to break then she wouldn’t have to worry too much about it and they could continue with their happily ever after and raise a perfect child who would never do any wrong. There would be some minor questing or a party of princes needed, but it shouldn’t be difficult. “I fear, however, that this spell won’t be happy ever.” “What.” “You said that her spells were easy to get rid of!” The king roared, hand naturally going to his sword belt in his agitation. “That I did, my kindly king, but I’m afraid this is a different thing. When you met the fairy, Chanter, I think you should have engaged in banter, for now she’s forgotten to add a clause and the princess will always have her flaws. It can’t be escaped, it can’t be undone, you might as well sign this girl up to be a nun.” “So the fairy didn’t add a clause? Meaning there was no caveat - the spell can’t be broken by eating a magic fruit or drinking water from the home of the elves or anything like that? She is stuck this way for the rest of her life?” “And with her condition no one will want her to wife,” The wizard replied in a sassy tone, which caused the king to smack the back of his graying head. “There is absolutely nothing that we can do? Nothing at all?” “Can’t we hunt down that fairy and make her take it back? Torture her until she does so? Toss her in the dungeon for the rest of her days?” The queen’s hand went to where she normally wore her own sword - a habit she developed when fighting evil trolls alongside the king. It was irritating to her to not have the blade on due to her party dress. “No, my lady, you cannot. An evil fairy can’t be fought. And if she could, it’d do no good. Chanter seldon can recall what she’s done before nightfall. A fairy of the dark she is, and will forget this awful biz. When the moon is up her mind empties like a cup.” Frustrated both with the situation and the wizard’s increasingly terrible rhymes, the queen shoved her child into her husband’s hands and flipped a table. She turned to the wizard and grabbed his throat. “Listen here, Wizard Breck, I have plans to break your neck, unless you do a double check and find a way or some new tech that will save my daughter’s neck. I mean, c’mon, what the heck?!” The queen sneered at him, “Now we’ll leave you be and give you a sec but mark my words if you don’t find a way then I’m going to throw you in the dungeon and leave you there until everyone has forgotten you.” “That didn’t rhyme!” The wizard wheezed. The queen threw him angrily at a bookshelf and then grabbed her child back from her husband and turned to go with a majestic sweep of her skirt. “Maybe I don’t have the time.” The king shrugged at the wizard and rushed after his wife and baby.
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