Princess Carlile (Austlan Cashby)

Chpt 1: And that Cope...

Chpt 1: And that Cope...

“In the end, everyone was happy. Bella fell in love with the Beast, The Beast was freed of his curse, and everyone in the palace was turned back to humans and lived haply ever after” Said Kellin Quinn to his 4 year old daughter, Copland.

She turned to look up at her father and asked, “Daddy, why do all Disney stories end in happy endings?”

Kellin smiled at his daughter and replied, “Because they like to give kids like you hope to find the one they love and want to be with for the rest of their life”. Kellin turned his attention over to Vic, a Mexican who had entered the room half way into the story, and continued “Like me and Papa. These stories gave me hope in finding him and I’ll always be with him.”

Little Copland giggled then got more comfortable in her father’s arms. She put on a confused face and asked her father, “Then why do all the stories that we read are about a boy and a girl. Why aren’t there stories about people like you and Papa?”

“Oh but there is Copland” Interrupted Vic as he walked over to sit next to her, “But they like to keep it a secret”.

“Can I hear it Papa?” she asked joyfully.

Vic Laughed nodding his head, “Of course you can my Princess. It all started over 100 years ago. Austin Carlile was next in thrown in the Kingdom of Mice and Men however he was kept up the highest tower of the castle when he turned 14 never to be seen again. He was kept there till his 18th birthday because his parents didn’t approve of who he was. He yearned to find love but not of a princess but of a prince."

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Austin's P.O.V

Here I am. Watching the days go by. Minute after minute, hour after hour. It gets very tiring really. I've been locked in this hell for the past 4 and a half years. Which is ironic because I'm pretty sure hell is hot but in my hell, it was cold. You would of thought my prince would have saved me by now but nope. Who the hell would want me? I'm a pathetic and ugly . My weight plummeted down drastically to the point where I'm like a stick. It's disgusting.

I sighed rolling over in my bed to face my window across the room. "When will ever be saved? I just want my life to start." The sound of children laughing made me get out of my bed and look out of my window. In the courtyard of the castle were my cousins playing hop scotch and jump rope. It was nice to see them happy under my fathers rule. With all the restrains he puts on the kingdom and my family, I'm surprised they are even allowed to play. I was never given that option as a child. I was the one who had the go to royalty school and learn how the think critically and solve real life problems and act like a prince. That was untill I was 14 and came out of the closet.

I leaned against the window fram playing with my dress. Oh? Did I mention that I wear dresses. At first it was just to piss off my dad but then I became comfortable with wearing dresses all the time. My friend was more free when I wore dresses, if you know what I mean. 

My room was usually quiet which I liked. It let's me think allot about my future. For the past 4 years I've been trying to find a way out of here but my father was smart. Any hole in here was too small for me to cram into and i couldn't make them bigger because they were make out of solid stones. There was this little hole though were a bird has been able to fit in a few times. Sad to say, I really enjoyed it's company when it would come. It felt nice having another living thing in this damn room besides me. It usually comes towards the end of the day.  A while ago I started saving my food to feed it and ever since then it would come back.

I decided to go back to bed an wait for today to come to an end so I could start tomorrow waiting for that day to end too. 

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Just so it's known, I had to write a tall tail for my English class and I came up with this story. The only difference is that I've extended it so it's not a page long but series of chapters long. So sorry if you didn't like the beginning but that's what my teacher wanted.