The Sleeping Beauty
Hello again. I just did my english homework, which was to rewrite a fairytale, but with a different point of view. And I thought I'd post it, for your enjoyment! Ha, I hope.
The sleeping beauty
Hello, I’m the one that’s known as 'the wicked fairy'. Past tales of the sleeping beauty have been told portraying me as this 'wicked fairy', who allegedly puts a curse on the story’s young princess, thus sending her into a deep sleep after pricking her finger with a spindle at age fifteen. How this slant on the story originated, I don’t know. I do, however, possess a story of my own and it is as follows.
There was once a King and Queen who had a baby daughter. I was employed as their chief cleaner at the time of the birth, and delighted in watching her grow into a beautiful young girl. Although her appearance indicated otherwise, the princess had become a bitter and spiteful child. This did not altogether surprise me, as her parents, the king and queen, were often quite discourteous and stingy, with regards to my monthly pay check. One particular month, my pay check was delivered as per usual, but was considerably less than expected. With disappointment, I read the note attached from the queen. Apparently the princess was not happy with the state of her room! She complained of dust and grime, as was not fit for a princess. I was outraged! I had spent the entirety of my working life cleaning for this ungrateful royal family! Something needed to be done.
In a fit of rage, I cursed the spoilt young princess. She was to prick her finger when she turned fifteen, only to fall into a deep sleep of one hundred years, and only to be awoken by a king’s son. I immediately regretted my action, as it was unwise and immature. I slept on the matter, and by morning all had been forgotten.
Seven years passed. The princess had grown into a beautiful, yet still bitter and spiteful, young woman. The day of her fifteenth birthday, she scouted the castle for someone to taunt. The princess came across my dormitory, sniggered, and let herself inside. I was at my spinning wheel and spindle passing away the pleasant afternoon. The princess waltzed across the room to my spinning wheel and rudely yanked the spindle out of my hands. In her hast, however, she pricked her finger, and suddenly went into a trance. In shock, I remembered my curse of seven years ago. What had I done?! I quickly carried the princess to her quarters and lay her on what would be her bed for the next hundred years. Running, I went to fetch the king and queen, but alas! I must have extended the curse to them also, as both were draped across their thrones, fast asleep. I knew I had a long wait ahead of me, so I contacted the princess’s seven fairy godmothers, who gave me an elixir. They did not seem impressed with my doings… perhaps it was them who spread the stories of the wicked fairy…
One hundred years after the fifteenth birthday of the princess, I was waiting at my window in the east wing of the castle. Waiting for a young prince to get me out of the nightmare I had created. One hundred years is quite a considerable length of time, and my elixir was having to work overtime. I needed a prince, and quick. As if by miracle, I saw a figure in the distance on a white pony. As this figure approached the castle, the thorns that had grown around it turned into blooming flowers, and the branches parted as if by magic to let the figure pass. As the figure came closer I saw that it was indeed a king’s son. The curse would be broken at last. The prince told me he had heard stories of a sleeping beauty, but was not so sure. I quickly took him up to the quarters of the sleeping princess. The prince was so overcome by her beauty that he bent over to kiss her. She awoke with a bored expression and asked, "what took you so bloody long?!".
Not long after, the prince and princess wed and had a baby daughter of their own. My elixir has allowed me to stay on as the royal family’s cleaner, and I am grateful that my curse did knock some sense into the king and queen, who now pay me a rather generous wage. I’m not altogether fond of the new baby princess… she’s rather bitter and spiteful…
The sleeping beauty
Hello, I’m the one that’s known as 'the wicked fairy'. Past tales of the sleeping beauty have been told portraying me as this 'wicked fairy', who allegedly puts a curse on the story’s young princess, thus sending her into a deep sleep after pricking her finger with a spindle at age fifteen. How this slant on the story originated, I don’t know. I do, however, possess a story of my own and it is as follows.
There was once a King and Queen who had a baby daughter. I was employed as their chief cleaner at the time of the birth, and delighted in watching her grow into a beautiful young girl. Although her appearance indicated otherwise, the princess had become a bitter and spiteful child. This did not altogether surprise me, as her parents, the king and queen, were often quite discourteous and stingy, with regards to my monthly pay check. One particular month, my pay check was delivered as per usual, but was considerably less than expected. With disappointment, I read the note attached from the queen. Apparently the princess was not happy with the state of her room! She complained of dust and grime, as was not fit for a princess. I was outraged! I had spent the entirety of my working life cleaning for this ungrateful royal family! Something needed to be done.
In a fit of rage, I cursed the spoilt young princess. She was to prick her finger when she turned fifteen, only to fall into a deep sleep of one hundred years, and only to be awoken by a king’s son. I immediately regretted my action, as it was unwise and immature. I slept on the matter, and by morning all had been forgotten.
Seven years passed. The princess had grown into a beautiful, yet still bitter and spiteful, young woman. The day of her fifteenth birthday, she scouted the castle for someone to taunt. The princess came across my dormitory, sniggered, and let herself inside. I was at my spinning wheel and spindle passing away the pleasant afternoon. The princess waltzed across the room to my spinning wheel and rudely yanked the spindle out of my hands. In her hast, however, she pricked her finger, and suddenly went into a trance. In shock, I remembered my curse of seven years ago. What had I done?! I quickly carried the princess to her quarters and lay her on what would be her bed for the next hundred years. Running, I went to fetch the king and queen, but alas! I must have extended the curse to them also, as both were draped across their thrones, fast asleep. I knew I had a long wait ahead of me, so I contacted the princess’s seven fairy godmothers, who gave me an elixir. They did not seem impressed with my doings… perhaps it was them who spread the stories of the wicked fairy…
One hundred years after the fifteenth birthday of the princess, I was waiting at my window in the east wing of the castle. Waiting for a young prince to get me out of the nightmare I had created. One hundred years is quite a considerable length of time, and my elixir was having to work overtime. I needed a prince, and quick. As if by miracle, I saw a figure in the distance on a white pony. As this figure approached the castle, the thorns that had grown around it turned into blooming flowers, and the branches parted as if by magic to let the figure pass. As the figure came closer I saw that it was indeed a king’s son. The curse would be broken at last. The prince told me he had heard stories of a sleeping beauty, but was not so sure. I quickly took him up to the quarters of the sleeping princess. The prince was so overcome by her beauty that he bent over to kiss her. She awoke with a bored expression and asked, "what took you so bloody long?!".
Not long after, the prince and princess wed and had a baby daughter of their own. My elixir has allowed me to stay on as the royal family’s cleaner, and I am grateful that my curse did knock some sense into the king and queen, who now pay me a rather generous wage. I’m not altogether fond of the new baby princess… she’s rather bitter and spiteful…