Thursday, March 20, 2008

My fairy tale story
Well I probably wont get it illustrated on time, but she said just a story is okay too. So it will have to do.

But anyways here is pretty much my story so far...

~ once upon a time, there were three siblings. They were all the children of a Nobleman except for the youngest. It was rumored that he was not actually the son of the Lord, only their mother truly knows. Because of these rumors he is treated with much less respect.

His siblings were especially cruel to him and made him do much of the housework as if he were a servant. He was much better looking than his brothers, but it was hard to tell as they were dressed in the finest clothing and he was often covered in dirt and ashes.

One day their father came up to them with a task. “You must go though the forest to see the King, for he is sick in bed ((bring gifts, princess to be married work this in...))”

The two eldest brothers jumped for joy at the idea of going to the castle. It was the grandest in all the land. Rowan was excited as well. “Can I go as well?” he asked. Their father and the eldest son just laughed. “You will simply embarrass us, of course you cant come.” The eldest pointed out. The second son who was more clever, had a different idea. “I think Rowan should come along as well. We need someone to carry our stuff after all.” The oldest son and the Lord agreed.

Rowan was excited to see the kingdom, none the less. And soon the three set off into the forest to go to the castle. Despite being the youngest, Rowan carried his own weight on his back as well as his brothers. He wore a hooded white cloak.

They three brothers traveled deep into the dark woods. Their mother had warned them to stay on the path, and so they did with Rowan following behind.
It was getting dark and close to midnight. They did not dare stop however for fear of what lived in the woods. Rowan was not afraid however. He knew if he stayed on the path he was safe.

The two eldest brothers talked about the terrible trolls and wolves that lived in these woods. And became more and more afraid. Eventually the second brother had yet another idea. “We should cut off little Rowans feet so that he can not run away from the wolves. Once they smell his blood they will not bother trying to spill ours.” ((What if he crawls? Then we shall cut off his hands as well.”)) The eldest brother agreed, and he took a knife and cut off both of Rowans feet.

The brothers carried their belongings the rest of the way and left Rowan behind. He sobbed and prayed for someone to help him

His sobbing was heard and out of the dark came a large wolf. “Why is someone all alone in the woods at night? Where are you heading that you ran your feet off?” The wolf asked
“I was heading to place to visit the sick King, and he is looking for a successor to marry his only daughter. But now I can never make it there” Rowan answered. “Oh to the palace? I can take you there if you want. You can ride on my back.”


And thats it so far... What do you guys think?
Comments (2)