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Story 50: Darling Roland Brothers' Grimm (1812) (Lumna10 Paraphrased)

Triggering warning: There is no inappropriate sexual scenes but what is present is quite graphic, gruesome and there is blood. Hopefully I had Raven describe it a way that is more easy to take and probably will not scare so many people. But if you have a little kid reading this be sure to remind them it is only a story by Brothers' Grimm.

This story is repeated and told in Ever After High book and covers the Story background of Livinne's Father Raven Queen and Cynthia's Grandfather, Dalorn.

Darling Roland

Awhile ago there a girl who lived with her young sister and her magical mother on the outskirts of a city. The one girl was beautiful and the other her appearance never seemed to improve. The beautiful girl had ownership of an apron which glistened and gleams in her sisters presents. Sisters the two grew up as but they were stepsisters. Gleama's sister wanted that gorgeous apron her older sister wore everyday about the house doing chores. She could stand her envy no longer and told her Mom.

"I can't stand my sister wearing that apron in front of me or how I wish to wear it. I must and will have it, Mom."

"Hush, my child," said the old woman to her daughter, Evelyn. "Have it you will. Your stepsister deserved to die long ago. Tonight when she's asleep, I'll go and separate her head from her body. Just take care to lie on the inside of the bed and push her to the one side." However, they were not aware Gleama had heard them and so she would not be lost thanks to any stupidity of hers as she stood in the corner of which she had absolutely not one pinch of. She heard every word of her step family members' plan to come. Those who stay silent are the most dangerous folk of all and the sneakiest of the sneakiest too. When they didn't let her out of the house all day, and when it came time to go to bed, the witch's daughter got in first so as to be on the inside, and as soon as Gleam knew when her stepsister was asleep she resorted to the old adage "Desperate times call for desperate measures" and pushed her gently to the outer edge and took her place by the wall. In the dead of night the old woman came creeping in. In her right hand a knife sharp as an axe blade, and with a swift motion unaware she sliced off the throat of her own child. She went away satisfied. Gleama as soon as her stepmother was gone went to the house of her sweetheart Dalorn and insisted he open the door. "Darling Dalorn, my sweet, my stepmother tried to kill me last night but killed her own child instead, we must run away together please, dear, we must leave this town."

He walked out and met her his brown hair shimmering in the sun and blues met her pale green ones so easily and told he immediately. "We'll do what you wish, but you must fetch your stepmother's wand, we'll never escape far from her without it." Darlorn spoke. "We'll go to my kingdom my home of Mirrando and we'll be wed soon."

Dalorn was out in the crowd disguised as a villager with nothing remotely so royally showing besides his blue silky cloak, and his glistening sharpened sword hidden behind it and he knew suspicious activity had been up in the town before he decided to come visiting and met Gleama and started courting her. He knew that there was a witch living here with a black as ebony wand only one raised in her house under roof could snatch it from under her own nose without backlash from the wand. Gleama went back to her room. Took off her apron hung it on the door and since the house was empty she stole the ebony black wand. She went back upstairs to hers and her stepsister's bedroom, picked up her sister's separated head and a drop of blood dropped on the floor next to the bed. The girl carries down the steps another of blood fell behind on the steps. Then Gleam went for the kitchen for that was the only door out of the house and there a third drop of her stepsister's blood fell behind again. Gleam was long out of the house before her stepmother came home. She got abroad Dalorn's horse named Classy, and they were far away. The witch came home seeing the glistening apron on the door from the kitchen into the rest of the house she believed her plan had succeeded she took it off the doorknob and opened the door and leaving it open she called to her daughter. "Daughter, dear, I have a sweet gift for you, my child." She cooed sweeter than ever. "Where are you?"

A call came from behind her in the kitchen by fireplace across from the door in the outside, "I am right here, Mother." cries the spot of blood on the floor.

"Where?!" The witch asked.

"In the kitchen by the fireplace and chairs, I'm warming myself, I am so too cold right now." The daughter of the witch's blood wailed with all its might immediately. The witch couldn't see her daughter and her eyes were not good and her nose was plugged and probably broken due to brittle old age so her sense of smell and taste were also damaged.

The second drop of blood wails out from the steps up to the bedroom when she asked. "Where are you, dear daughter? I can't see you." It responds. "I am here on the steps, sweeping, Mother."

She went inside further to the steps upstairs by the living room, and nobody was there. She called again to her beloved child. "Where art thou? I can't see you."

"I am here on the bed!" cries the final drop of blood in vain. "Fast asleep!" It came from upstairs answering. The witch went up the steps and to her shock and dismay she found her child's body on the outside of the bed with her head completely gone and she had cut off the head herself. She removed her Crystal ball of farsight from her pouch and looked for her step daughter. They had gone 7 leagues away on horseback but that did not matter for the witch for she had a pair of seven league boots that cut each league an hour short.

She laughed manically. "Clever stepdaughter, you think you and your precious man can out run me. I will catch up to you and ruin your destiny."

She did catch up to them but her stepdaughter was clever she won the ebony wand's core's allegiance and she turned her beloved into a lake and herself into a black duck and the horse to reeds by the riverbank and her stepmother threw breadcrumbs into the pond and the black duck resisted them for ducks should never eat bread it is not what they are intended to eat. But an unfortunate consequence came of turning Dalorn into a lake his mind became foggier and he got forgetful even as the danger passed them by. She outwitted her stepmother but fate and thrown her an unsuspected curve ball her husband and beloved went through amnesia and forgot all about her and her love. He was about to be wed to another woman when he heard her singing voice and dancing in the crowd of the wedding audience and only then did his amnesia drop for it was caused by Decompression sickness aka the bends which often happen to us and our divers more often in the ocean than any other body of water but I would still consider it capable of happening this also happens to deep sea fish if they are raised to rapidly they are instantly dead before they reach the surface thanks to that heavy water pressure. Fish aren't so impenetrable after all and we need to keep cautious.

All girls living within the kingdom especially the young maidens were mandatorily required to come sing and dance at the Prince's wedding. Gleama wept when she heard this in the shepherd's home whom had taken her in when her lover boy left her behind forgetting he had ever loved her. She declared when she had children he would become their descendants' Godfather and to this day he remained so. She arrived at her beloved's wedding and when it was time for her to sing and dance she did so alone as it was in turns and her voice awoke her darling's absentmind and they were wed that very day.

(This backstory is seen told by Raven Queen in the Princess Cynthia book as Cynthia her half sister has their Grandfather's diary––Lumna10) It based upon the story in the next chapter.