15-Day Writing Challenge

Day 8: Happily(?) Ever After

Day 8: Imagine A Fairy Tale Through The POV Of The Villain.

A/N: I could technically just tell you the story of The Boy Who Cried Wolf. Literally just that. After all, the boy was his own villain, wasn't he? But I'm not that lame or that deadbeat. So have fun reading whatever the hell this story turns out to be because I was too nice to be lazy.

I walked forward, a princely power in my stride. They would all bow down to me. Wasn't I dashing?

As I stepped through the dusty streets of the city parade celebrating my coronation, my majestic horse by my side, I knew I couldn't be any more handsome. All of the peasant girls would fall in love. I'd turn them away gracefully, of course, as any prince -- now king-- would. After all, they were peasants.

Lost in my glamorous thoughts, I left the city center where the real festivities were and headed into the kingdom's outskirts, where more people waited to catch a glimpse of me. By the end of the procession, I had had enough of the crowds. Even celebrities had to rest, didn't they? I graciously thanked everyone for coming and hopped onto my horse, Maximilian. He seemed eager to take a run, too. Together, we galloped out into the deep countryside, where houses couldn't be seen within miles of each other. I didn't expect to find anything.

I had expected wrong. As the sweet-smelling breeze blew through my auburn locks, I spotted a castle. It was made of gray bricks and was covered from top to bottom with blue-green ivy, twirling in and out of windows. I'd never seen a castle around these parts. So I got off Maximilian and walked up to the door.

Knock, knock!

"Anybody home?" I shouted. Inside the tower, I heard steps and shuffling, and the heavy door opened. And I beheld a beauty, the likes of which I had never seen before.

A lovely maiden stood before me. Her white-blonde hair shimmered in the bright sunlight, a halo glowing around her head. It fell past her shoulders to float around her waist. On her heart shaped face was the most crystal clear blue eyes I had ever met. Her forehead was adorned with sparkling jewels. I kneeled down before her. "Your beauty astounds me, and I must have you. Will you marry me?" Her cheeks blushed a pleasant pink, and she shyly nodded her head, yes.

Satisfaction and happiness filled my heart. With such a beautiful bride, my father would surely be proud. I told her to wait, and I'd go back and tell my father of what was sure to be a joyous occasion. It was a long road, and I didn't want her to have to ride with me. I'd get her a carriage. She promised to wait. So I kissed her goodbye and made my way home.

Maximilian was tired from galloping for such a long distance, so we travelled home slowly, and by nightfall we still hadn't arrived. We slept, and the next day, kept on. Eventually, we got home.

My father greeted me and introduced me to a beautiful young maiden. She had hair as black as night and eyes as bright as the stars. Her white skin and red lips were perfectly contrasted. Such a beautiful woman, I had never seen before. I quickly proposed, and we were married the next day. I had never been happier. We lived together happily for 10 years. Then, she contracted a terrible illness. And before long, the illness took her. I was immeasurably devastated. So I set out into the countryside to mourn her alone.

I went deeper than I had gone in a long time. There, I found a castle. It looked familiar to a place I had seen before. The blue-green ivy had become much more overgrown than I remembered...

Knock, knock!

"Anybody home?" I shouted. Inside the tower, I heard steps and shuffling, and the heavy door opened. And I beheld a beauty, the likes of which I had never seen before.

She was oddly familiar. "Your beauty astounds me," I told her. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

She looked into my eyes with a shy air. "Dear sir, didn't you promise me 10 years ago that you'd come back for me, and we would get married?"

And all of a sudden, I remembered. I remembered the love I had felt for this maiden. And age had not diminished her beauty. "Well, my lady, if you will, come with me to my castle. We can be married this night if we hurry."

Demurely, she looked down at her feet. "I will...if you want to."

So I took her on my old faithful horse, Maximilian, and together we rode off into the sunset, to be married. My heart was full of love.

Alright, so this story is based off of half of the lamer Grimm's Fairy Tales. They all feature a beautiful girl who meets a prince. They decide to get married, so the prince goes away to tell his father about their plans or something, and he leaves and forgets about her. In the end, they meet after 10 years or so, and he doesn't recognize her but thinks she is beautiful, and when he finally realizes who she is, she forgives him and marries him. Utter crap. But they're fairytales, right? Where the girl gets the dashing (idiotic, worthless, and uncaring) guy?

The story is trash because this type of story is. Grimm brothers, I expected better from you when I picked up your book. The main character, the prince, isn't exactly a villain, but he's not a hero in any respect.

So basically, this entire story is a rant. A huge freaking rant because I hate stories that focus only on beauty and nothing else. GET A PERSONALITY. GET A LIFE. DO SOMETHING WITH THE THINGS YOU'RE GIVEN.