Choose Your Ending- Wattpad Contest//Remake Of Sleeping Beauty #AltEnding

Twas' That of Great Height

The head of the guard, Josef, mindlessly walked his rounds. He had been thinking about the sleeping princess all day. He knew of the prophecy of the fairies. But yet that of the evil eitch. Would he really die if he attempted to save her life? He finally came to a decision.

"Edmund, watch my rounds." Edmund, his partner guard, shook his head.
"You can't, Jo. You could die. Your one of our best! Let some other fellow save the little princess." Now it was Josef's turn to shake his head.
"No. I have to do this." He didn't give the other guard time to disagree, as he stormed out, hand on the hilt of his father's sword.

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Josef walked out of the castle without a word to anyone else. He knew of the vines, of the black sky, dark and mighty above the kingdom. He had also heard of the princess's unending beauty, and her height. He smiled proudly. He was about seven feet and six inches. No one else was as tall as he. She still wasn't, but she was the closest anyone had ever come.

As soon as he came near the stricken kingdom, he saw the vines and darkness and retraced a few steps. Was Edmund right? No, no, he had to do this. Be strong. Fight back. He stepped forward, and continued walking to the castle.

Instead of fighting the barriers, he'd use them for his dtrengths, like his incredible upper body strength. He began to climb the humongous weeds, and soon found himself on top of the highest tower, that of which he heard the princess lay on silk sheets. He looked down below, men that of a thousand fighting at the door, trying to beat the weeds. He smirked down at them, but then remembered his journey.

The only window in the whole castle which wasn't covered by thorns was the east window in the tower. He stuck his sword through the wall, and hung off of it, trying to throw himself in the window.

He succeeded, but he wasn't able to pull it out. He would weep, but it was no time for sulking. He might silently cry later, but he knew his father would be proud.

As soon as he turned his attention back to the room, he gasped. The princess lay on the bed, gorgeous as the morning sun. Her dress had a few tears, and her hair wasn't perfectly curled, but she was beautiful. Her slippers were on the floor, and he saw her petite feet, so cold and delicate. Her lips were a soft rose, that so he knew he was the one who had to kiss her.

He walked toward her, surprised nothing tried to hurt him. He kneeled beside the bed, and leaned over.

Lips met lips, and he deepened the kiss with the unconscious girl. Then, ever so slightly, her eyelids fluttered. He smoothed the top of her hair and backed away. But when she opened her eyes, he fell back, dead.