Sleep my beauties
Author's Note:
This is an adaptation
of Sleeping Beauty.
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Once upon a time
in a far land far from any known land of the lands we know, we find a sad case
of love.
So our story
began.
As said above, in
this land there lived a young princess, who was in love with a prince who lived
some forests away. They do meet and talk, held each other eyes in theirs, and
on occasion, held each other’s hands. But you can’t do much when you have the
evil caretaker who claims to be the Frog Mother..... pardon me, I meant
Godmother of the Princess. As Godmother she oversees to the Princess well
being, and that she tagged along on the Princess date too.
But the humble and
nice Prince ( don’t they all looked like that from a view on the balcony ) was
so much in love with his Princess, that he cares not for the extra person near
them. To be darned honest, they see nothing except themselves. So one day, the
Prince and Princess with their twinkle and blinking of the eyelids knew what to
be done. They took their walks as usual in the garden where lilacs grew in
abundance, and they walked the paths by the signs set up by the Godmother; so
there are no dark corners or overhanging bushes over their heads. ( These
coiffure takes time to set and you sure don't want to ruffle them. ) But little
she knows about the hidden dens on the path.
But this time on
their 36th time of walking the same boring gravel path, the duo had their plans
set. They passed the arch and down by the stream, and then it was off on the
waiting boat. The rowers were there ( they are the best in their class ) and they
rowed. The Godmother on seeing her darling being shuttle away by the dashing
Prince; hollers out.
‘Bring her back or
I will curse you for eternity.’
‘I am sorry,
Godmother. I loved him too much to be without him. I would rather sleep and
dream than to be away from him anymore’ pleaded the Princess. ( hey, she had
been seeing him two hours a week for over thirty-six weeks, so who wouldn't get
upset by the time spent waiting. )
'So it should be,
Your wish shall be granted.’ So the Godmother waved her evil crochet needle and
the Princess fell onto the Prince's arms. She is asleep and could not waken at
all, not even by the loving kiss of the Prince. The Prince held her in his arms
and saw the evil Godmother running away with her crochet basket back up the
garden path. His tears flowed down to his cheeks and he was at a loss as to
what can be done.
The Princess was
brought to his castle and cared for, but the best of the best could not undo
the damage. The Prince still attended to his daily works, but he sits by his
Princess when he is not doing his duty, He sends for the furthest known healer
and wizards, but there was nothing to be done. He spent his fortune on her,
selling his kingdom by the length and width, displacing his subjects to other
kingdoms, and yet no cure was found. He sought the evil Godmother, but she was
missing. Some said she left for the fairylands or jumped in the lake to be with
the frogs. So the poor Prince sat by his love for those sleeping days.
That fateful
night, the Prince sat down to retrace his day with the Princess. If he had not
taken that route, she would be still smiling and talking to him. He can still
recall the look of the woman cursing him for taking her away. He can still
recall the Witch Laser shot that was fired from the wand. That laser was meant
for him, but she stopped it. My Princess took the laser shot meant for me.
Before she went unconscious, my little Princess told me to forgive her mother.
She loved us both but she cannot bear to be without me. She jumped to protect
me from her mother.
And for that, she
lies in a coma today.
I was her lover
and now father to our child. I spend my wealth to bring my Princess back, but
the doctor said she is not going to pull through. I need to decide on her life.
I wanted to locate her mother to tell her of this news among others but she is
not to be found. Her mother still blames me for focusing on my selfish love
instead of the family she had. I did care for the family but how could you
tolerate a woman who walks by you every five minutes. My wealth, my kingdom went;
I am used to coming back to an empty and quiet house, and I just wanted to see
my Princess. Curses are for the Godmother has cursed not the mother but also
the child.
Our new Princess
lies quiet as she is like her mother. She hears not her mother's breathing nor
my snores. Our Princess sleeps all time like her mother, un-hearing and
unknowing. But this little girl has
taken no sides yet she lies there sleeping not knowing.
I signed the
consent form to let both of them sleep on forever. Nor do I want her to wake up
to take the same decision again on which side to take.
‘Sleep my
Princess'. Sleep well for soon I may join you.’
It's always a
tragedy when we passed on the fault to the child who knows not of the fault
that causes it.
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