Snarled 1b/?mitsuruakiDecember 6 2010, 08:03:40 UTC
The old woman knew where they were going, so she stopped off at her house-well, it was more of a tower, really. You know the type: really tall, narrow, probably shouldn’t be lived in. She had a little boy living there with her, about seven years old, so he could go to school. Her great-great-great-great grandson, or something like that. She told him she’d received a request from his father to act as a midwife, and she’d be gone for a while. He’d be fine as long as he didn’t stray far and there was plenty of food. Then she left.
She was gone for four weeks, skulking around the City probably, and waiting for an opportunity to reclaim what she considered rightfully hers. The Queen was miraculously healed with a potion made from the flower, and gave birth to a healthy baby boy with the longest, most beautiful ginger hair anyone had ever seen on a newborn baby. The King was so happy we had to celebrate some more, and nobody objected.
No one knows how, but somehow the old woman got into the castle. And not just the castle, either, but the new heir’s room. Some pretty shoddy security, if you ask me. First thing she did was sing and run her fingers through his hair, and wouldn’t you know, it glowed the same way the flower used to. She probably thought she could just take a lock of his hair and carry it around for an eternity or two, but the moment she cut it, it died.
Well okay, not died died, but it stopped glowing as though a switch had been flipped. Right before her eyes, the red-gold color faded to the darkest black, moving like ink from end to scalp.
Clearly, that plan was out.
If she couldn’t take the hair, then she’d have to take the child, and she certainly wasn’t above kidnapping. She took the heir and ran.
When the King and Queen realized what happened, they sent the Royal Guards to scour the Kingdom for their son. No one ever found him.
The old woman returned home and presented her however-many-greats grandson with the baby and told him it was his new brother. Said their mother had died giving birth and their father took his life in his grief. The boy cried for days, but he had no evidence to the contrary and eventually accepted her version of events.
The Kingdom went into mourning, and the King and Queen and everyone released lanterns into the sky, hoping maybe someday they would guide their prince home. Every year on the day of his disappearance, you’ll see lanterns in the sky. They’re magic lanterns, I’m pretty sure, because I don’t know what else would send them up into the sky like that. Not the most reliable method of bringing someone home, but it’s the thought that counts, I suppose.
So there was mourning for a lost son, mourning for lost parents, and generally a lot of mourning.
Nine years later, the old woman died. I’ve heard lots of different versions on how, some of them more gruesome than others. Some say she was requested as a midwife elsewhere, a real request this time, and was attacked on the return journey home. Others say she was caught in a storm, and wandered off the path through the forest and couldn’t find her way out again. Maybe both are true, maybe neither. The only thing I know for sure is her then-sixteen year old great-to-the-nth-power grandson had to identify her body, so if anyone knows the truth, it’ll be him.
He took over caring for the only family he had left, and if he was a little overprotective of the child, well, the boy was young and curious and had magical hair. In addition to raising a precocious nine-year-old alone, he probably had abandonment issues too, but that’s another story. Don’t tell him I said that. No really, don’t, he won’t like that. Sorry.
Well, you can fast-forward another…almost nine years now, because nothing interesting happens in between, mainly because I haven’t arrived yet. I could tell you all about me-what I’ve been through, what I’ve seen, how many times I’ve nearly died-but you’ve probably figured out by now that this story isn’t about me at all. Sad, I know.
This story is about Sherlock. It’s always about Sherlock.
OP- Your Awesome Removed My Cloak of Anondelicateflower8December 6 2010, 17:30:38 UTC
8D OH MY- FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF <3!!!!!!!!! I am incoherent with utter GLEE at the awesome this contains! <3 I can already see what you've done here! You've explained Mummy, and Mycroft (and of COURSE Mycroft's the over-protective you-can't-leave-the-tower-EVER-you're-mine person) and John's voice is PERFECT!!!!
-but you’ve probably figured out by now that this story isn’t about me at all. Sad, I know. This story is about Sherlock. It’s always about Sherlock.
BEST. LINE. EVER!!!! Oh, wow! I can't wait to see who the other characters are, and what new characters you add! Maybe Maximus is Molly or Lestrade? And are you planning on including Moriarty? Maybe he's the two big burly guys John works with? Maybe he's John's secret employer? Is John going to have a secret/fake name, like Flynn was Eugene? Are all of the people at the bar the Scotland Yarders? (You don't have to reply to this, these are just all of the questions running through my head. They will be answered with time as you write. ^_^)
Anyway, long review basically saying: OMG, much love! Please write more soon! I love you! You did so well! Looking forward to more!!! <3
Re: OP- Your Awesome Removed My Cloak of AnonmitsuruakiDecember 6 2010, 19:39:34 UTC
I AM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE THIS! IN JOHN'S VOICE! It took me 4 hours (which is actually pretty fast for me) mainly because I was going 'OMG, WHAT DO THEY COVER IN THE INTRO IN TANGLED THAT I SHOULD PROBABLY COVER HERE??' and I'm a bit iffy when it comes to writing first person, but I couldn't think of a better way to do it. Ah well. The rest will be in third person, but that's probably not a surprise to anyone.
And it is always about Sherlock. ;D
I'll post the first part here too, but I don't know when you'll get more after that because I have finals this week. And I am off to see Tangled again in a few minutes. However, Sherlock's a bit fail at being Rapunzel-y. He's really just himself with really long hair that can do nifty things. On the upside, he has no phone, is book smart, and his hands-on knowledge of anything is pretty much nil. John will have his hands full. XD
She was gone for four weeks, skulking around the City probably, and waiting for an opportunity to reclaim what she considered rightfully hers. The Queen was miraculously healed with a potion made from the flower, and gave birth to a healthy baby boy with the longest, most beautiful ginger hair anyone had ever seen on a newborn baby. The King was so happy we had to celebrate some more, and nobody objected.
No one knows how, but somehow the old woman got into the castle. And not just the castle, either, but the new heir’s room. Some pretty shoddy security, if you ask me. First thing she did was sing and run her fingers through his hair, and wouldn’t you know, it glowed the same way the flower used to. She probably thought she could just take a lock of his hair and carry it around for an eternity or two, but the moment she cut it, it died.
Well okay, not died died, but it stopped glowing as though a switch had been flipped. Right before her eyes, the red-gold color faded to the darkest black, moving like ink from end to scalp.
Clearly, that plan was out.
If she couldn’t take the hair, then she’d have to take the child, and she certainly wasn’t above kidnapping. She took the heir and ran.
When the King and Queen realized what happened, they sent the Royal Guards to scour the Kingdom for their son. No one ever found him.
The old woman returned home and presented her however-many-greats grandson with the baby and told him it was his new brother. Said their mother had died giving birth and their father took his life in his grief. The boy cried for days, but he had no evidence to the contrary and eventually accepted her version of events.
The Kingdom went into mourning, and the King and Queen and everyone released lanterns into the sky, hoping maybe someday they would guide their prince home. Every year on the day of his disappearance, you’ll see lanterns in the sky. They’re magic lanterns, I’m pretty sure, because I don’t know what else would send them up into the sky like that. Not the most reliable method of bringing someone home, but it’s the thought that counts, I suppose.
So there was mourning for a lost son, mourning for lost parents, and generally a lot of mourning.
Nine years later, the old woman died. I’ve heard lots of different versions on how, some of them more gruesome than others. Some say she was requested as a midwife elsewhere, a real request this time, and was attacked on the return journey home. Others say she was caught in a storm, and wandered off the path through the forest and couldn’t find her way out again. Maybe both are true, maybe neither. The only thing I know for sure is her then-sixteen year old great-to-the-nth-power grandson had to identify her body, so if anyone knows the truth, it’ll be him.
He took over caring for the only family he had left, and if he was a little overprotective of the child, well, the boy was young and curious and had magical hair. In addition to raising a precocious nine-year-old alone, he probably had abandonment issues too, but that’s another story. Don’t tell him I said that. No really, don’t, he won’t like that. Sorry.
Well, you can fast-forward another…almost nine years now, because nothing interesting happens in between, mainly because I haven’t arrived yet. I could tell you all about me-what I’ve been through, what I’ve seen, how many times I’ve nearly died-but you’ve probably figured out by now that this story isn’t about me at all. Sad, I know.
This story is about Sherlock. It’s always about Sherlock.
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-but you’ve probably figured out by now that this story isn’t about me at all. Sad, I know.
This story is about Sherlock. It’s always about Sherlock.
BEST. LINE. EVER!!!! Oh, wow! I can't wait to see who the other characters are, and what new characters you add! Maybe Maximus is Molly or Lestrade? And are you planning on including Moriarty? Maybe he's the two big burly guys John works with? Maybe he's John's secret employer? Is John going to have a secret/fake name, like Flynn was Eugene? Are all of the people at the bar the Scotland Yarders? (You don't have to reply to this, these are just all of the questions running through my head. They will be answered with time as you write. ^_^)
Anyway, long review basically saying: OMG, much love! Please write more soon! I love you! You did so well! Looking forward to more!!! <3
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And it is always about Sherlock. ;D
I'll post the first part here too, but I don't know when you'll get more after that because I have finals this week. And I am off to see Tangled again in a few minutes. However, Sherlock's a bit fail at being Rapunzel-y. He's really just himself with really long hair that can do nifty things. On the upside, he has no phone, is book smart, and his hands-on knowledge of anything is pretty much nil. John will have his hands full. XD
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