I SHOULD NOT BE AWAKE =D
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tutufansSo! :D I wrote this for my creative writing class and it was heavily inspired by Tutu so I thought I'd share!
We had an assignment to make the first letter of each sentence the letters of the alphabet. I decided I wanted to write a fairy tale, but then I was like "How can I start a fairy tale without 'Once upon a time'?" and then I remembered that I'd asked my Japanese teacher what Mukashi Mukashi actually meant and she said 'A long, long time ago", which made me think of Tutu and the rest is history. ;D
Enjoy! There's a lot of dictionary rape. :B
A long time ago, there was a human princess.
Beautiful, with inky hair and red eyes, the name Kraehe was bestowed upon her as a babe.
‘Crow’ was its meaning and indeed she was the Princess of the Crows.
Daughter to the raven, her father was the Rabe, the grandest and most fearsome of the black birds.
Ebony beaks split to caw at their sovereign in reverence.
Feathers flew from a mighty beat of his wings until the sky seemed to be filled with them.
Great as her father was, Kraehe felt inadequate.
“HUMAN,” the Rabe thundered, “My pitiful, human, daughter.”
“I-I love you father!” She trembled while stroking his tremendous beak.
“Just wait, I’ll bring you a pure heart to feast on; the purest heart!”
“Kraehe, make certain you do this, for then you will gain from me what you shall never receive from anyone else.”
Love was the unspoken word and it sent a jolt through Kraehe’s heart…for there was one she so deeply wanted that from even more than her father.
Mytho, or myth, was his name, and he was the beautiful Prince of Stories with ivory hair and the purest heart of all.
Never would she gain his love, or so her father (who coveted after the Prince’s heart) had said.
“Only if you take the heart of the Prince can you prevent him from falling in love with another,” the Rabe had insisted with glinting eyes.
Princess Kraehe believed this and she decided to remove his heart—if Mytho could not love her, he should not love anyone.
Quickly making her way to the Prince’s side when he was asleep, she raised a blade to pierce the creamy skin.
Regret clutched her chest the moment the blade fell, but it was past the time for regrets and a bloodless gash revealed the still beating organ.
Seizing a heart so pure it glowed in her hands, at that moment the Prince opened his eyes and all Kraehe could see was a hollow soulless doll.
Torment overtook her and she sobbed inconsolably, her tears wetting the impassive puppet Prince and staining the pristine heart still in her palm.
Unsullied still, the heart shone brighter with her tears of love and became too hot for her to hold, causing it to slip from her fingers and back into the body of the prince.
Vacant eyes once again radiated with life, and Prince Mytho wiped her tears away as she stared, bewildered.
“Will you be my princess?” was his question, and one that she quickly acceded to, the couple leaving the real world to enter his kingdom in the Land of Lore.
Xanadu was waiting for them, and Princess Kraehe and Prince Mytho were lauded as their rulers.
Yin and yang sovereigns in both appearance and temperament, together they were complete, and Kraehe was happy like never before.
Zenithal peace and prosperity visited the Land of Lore…and the day that the Princess would have to wake up and face a reality barren of false fairytale princes was, at least for now, out of sight.
X was particularly hard, but apparently Xanadu counts! 8D You guys should try! I included some html for anyone interested. \o.
We had an assignment to make the first letter of each sentence the letters of the alphabet. I decided I wanted to write a fairy tale, but then I was like "How can I start a fairy tale without 'Once upon a time'?" and then I remembered that I'd asked my Japanese teacher what Mukashi Mukashi actually meant and she said 'A long, long time ago", which made me think of Tutu and the rest is history. ;D
Enjoy! There's a lot of dictionary rape. :B
A long time ago, there was a human princess.
Beautiful, with inky hair and red eyes, the name Kraehe was bestowed upon her as a babe.
‘Crow’ was its meaning and indeed she was the Princess of the Crows.
Daughter to the raven, her father was the Rabe, the grandest and most fearsome of the black birds.
Ebony beaks split to caw at their sovereign in reverence.
Feathers flew from a mighty beat of his wings until the sky seemed to be filled with them.
Great as her father was, Kraehe felt inadequate.
“HUMAN,” the Rabe thundered, “My pitiful, human, daughter.”
“I-I love you father!” She trembled while stroking his tremendous beak.
“Just wait, I’ll bring you a pure heart to feast on; the purest heart!”
“Kraehe, make certain you do this, for then you will gain from me what you shall never receive from anyone else.”
Love was the unspoken word and it sent a jolt through Kraehe’s heart…for there was one she so deeply wanted that from even more than her father.
Mytho, or myth, was his name, and he was the beautiful Prince of Stories with ivory hair and the purest heart of all.
Never would she gain his love, or so her father (who coveted after the Prince’s heart) had said.
“Only if you take the heart of the Prince can you prevent him from falling in love with another,” the Rabe had insisted with glinting eyes.
Princess Kraehe believed this and she decided to remove his heart—if Mytho could not love her, he should not love anyone.
Quickly making her way to the Prince’s side when he was asleep, she raised a blade to pierce the creamy skin.
Regret clutched her chest the moment the blade fell, but it was past the time for regrets and a bloodless gash revealed the still beating organ.
Seizing a heart so pure it glowed in her hands, at that moment the Prince opened his eyes and all Kraehe could see was a hollow soulless doll.
Torment overtook her and she sobbed inconsolably, her tears wetting the impassive puppet Prince and staining the pristine heart still in her palm.
Unsullied still, the heart shone brighter with her tears of love and became too hot for her to hold, causing it to slip from her fingers and back into the body of the prince.
Vacant eyes once again radiated with life, and Prince Mytho wiped her tears away as she stared, bewildered.
“Will you be my princess?” was his question, and one that she quickly acceded to, the couple leaving the real world to enter his kingdom in the Land of Lore.
Xanadu was waiting for them, and Princess Kraehe and Prince Mytho were lauded as their rulers.
Yin and yang sovereigns in both appearance and temperament, together they were complete, and Kraehe was happy like never before.
Zenithal peace and prosperity visited the Land of Lore…and the day that the Princess would have to wake up and face a reality barren of false fairytale princes was, at least for now, out of sight.
X was particularly hard, but apparently Xanadu counts! 8D You guys should try! I included some html for anyone interested. \o.
