|
Love Is Blind, By Libby [//UC] |
|
|
|
|
|
|
This is a story I'm working on.
It's basically a Beauty and the Beast rewrite, and just because there's a vampire PLEASE don't compare it to Twilight!
I began writing (not typing) this story before I had even HEARD of the book.
Anyways, enjoy!
I will try and update it often... unless I get writer's block. >>;;
Love Is Blind
Prologue::
There are many ways to begin a story. 'Once upon a time,' and, 'Long ago, in a far away land,' to name some popular ones. This story, however, just cannot fit into any of those lines, for our story begins not long ago, in medieval France with a romantic and, somewhat odd, tale of a beauty and a beast. Of course, how may true beauty truly be seen, when one's eyes are clouded by selfish hate? And how might one's beastly appearance show, to one who only sees with her heart? Magic curses and fairy tales, fights for honor, and duels for love. Too many adventures and laughs to put in one simple paragraph. Over all these times, will it stand to be true? Is love truly blind?
Chapter One:: The Curse Of Selfishness, The Curse Of Revenge...
A small village once stood proudly; none were judged by their background or heritage. A refugie for those accused of black magic, sorcery, and other sort of crimes. Most of these poor inhabitants, of course, had nothing to do with these; they were only mere accusations that had forced them to flee their own homes and families in fear of their life. However, a few were accused accurately. One of those few was a small family of gypsys. They kept their heritage hidden from all since the incident; none knew of their powers.
---[//insert more story here]---
The woman begged for her daughter to have a warmer room, but the king refused.
"Those rooms are only for royal guests, not for peasants such as you or your daughter," he scoffed, looking down upon the ragged appearance of the woman. Her eyes shone with one last bit of hope, and she dared to beg.
"Please... I beseech thee, do not let my daughter suffer..."
"No! I will not let it be! Ask once more, and you will regret it."
The room was void of any speech after that. Only the quiet sound of the wind outside could be heard. The woman remained on her hands and knees, unable to find the strength to look up and face the man who might as well had just sent her daughter to her death bed. Then, with a certain fire in her eyes, she dimly replied,
"One day, when your son becomes ill beyond your own repair, you will understand my pain."
The king looked at her with a glare, his anger whelling as the peasant continued to speak. Suddenly, she vanished in a puff of white smoke. In a flash, he yelled to the nearest group of guards,
"Go! Find that woman and fetch my son! The only heir might be in danger..."
 Tennessee Kid Cooper · Sat Nov 29, 2008 @ 07:50pm · 0 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
