|Not so Happily Ever After
Author: MichelleMagly PM
Zorana is your average knight in disguise sent away with the King's timid son to find a princess kidnapped by a very articulate dragon. At least that's what she thinks is going on. Not everything is as it seems in this fairy tale! [Warning: femslash]Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 28 - Words: 68,591 - Reviews: 187 - Favs: 178 - Follows: 41 - Updated: 08-13-07 - Published: 03-31-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2341829
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Credits! Not much of a chapter, very humorous though, and there is an important notice that all fans of this book will want to read. The very last part is the Epilogue to The Tempest. I just think it sounds cool.
Finale: All's Well that Ends Well
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowded Inner Kingdom marketplace there was a dark, rusted, heavy grate that lay fastened into the ground. It stood out starkly against the sand colored cobblestone streets, and that was why it was tucked away in an alleyway where it was not so much of a nuisance for the market shoppers.
It was on a particularly sunny day that a boy just happened to stroll down this alleyway, a loaf of bread in hand, looking for a quiet place to eat his lunch. He looked about himself and sat down beside the grate, paying it no thought at first. As he began to eat his meal, he glanced off to the opening of the alleyway, looking out to the busy marketplace. It was a funny thing, watching people go by. There were couples, parents with children, and the odd people. For instance, the boy almost choked on a chunk of his bread when he saw a tall, spindly woman with white hair stroll by with a priest. The boy could have sworn she had a dagger pressed to the poor man's back. He did not ask the woman what was going on or intervene in any way, however. He learned a long time ago that life was much easier if you did not get entangled in situations that looked complicated.
Another complicated situation presented itself, however, when the boy had almost finished his bread. There was a sound, like someone yelling, and it was coming from under the sewage grate. The boy paused in his meal and stared at it, wide eyed, waiting to hear the strange sound again. "He- hello?" came the echo of the voice. The boy stared even harder, taking a small bite from his bread. "Is anyone out there? Listen, if you can hear me, this is your King!" A pause. "Has the city been overrun by barbarians?"
Thank you to all my reviewers, especially Anxiety for pointing out all of my grammatical errors in just about every chapter he could find them in.
"Please, if anyone is out there, I need your help! I've been trapped in these sewers for a couple days and it's very dark… and scary. It is really filthy down here."
Special Thanks to Sy Itha for creating and letting me use Jasmine and naming Eadel.
"There are rats down here! They're big and ferocious and… and they bite! Oh- oh no, here's one again! Die, you filthy plague-ridden vermin!"
No rats were harmed in the writing of this chapter.
"Alright, I just fought off the rats. Please! Anyone up there? Hello? If you have any common sense, get me out of here! I'm your King! I can reward my rescuer!" The boy found this statement to be a peculiar one, because recently the King had been announced dead, his son missing, and the Inner Kingdom was to be run by a Council. This must have been one of the crazy people who liked to live in the sewer systems.
Special thanks to Sarah, who originally gave me the idea for this story with the example of sarcasm she wrote for English. Thanks for inspiring me even further with our conversations that always got us in trouble with the teacher.
"Oh, dear lord, the rat is back. What's this? You brought a friend? Well I can fight him. I could take on a million rats. Put 'em up!"
For those of you who wish to read more on the world of Not so Happily Ever after, look to Sy Itha's profile in the coming days for a story starring Jasmine and Eadel before they got tangled up with Zorana, co-written by Sy Itha and I.
"Wait a minute, this isn't a rat. It's green, and scaly, and… really big…"
The boy finished off the last of his bread and stood up, brushing a stray crumb or two off of his trousers before walking back to the busy street of the marketplace, deciding that the strange voice from the sewer grate was one thing that he definitely did not want to get involved in.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint. Now tis true I must be here confin'd by you or sent to Naples. Let me Not, since I have my dukedom got and pardon'd the deceiver, dwell in this bare island by Your spell, but release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breathe of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please.
Now I want spirits to enforce, art to enchant, and my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer.
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you fro crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.