The Prince and The Portrait

FOLKTALE, I wrote this in class one day (last year). Please enjoy this short story, read, comment, vote. :) Originally the teacher said make up a story with a good moral, but I had a much better idea and I made a folktale.  p.s. please don't steal, I'd be pissed.  CAN YOU GUESS THE MORAL OF THE STORY????!!! COMMENT BELOW!

Have you guys heard the story about the Prince and the Portrait? or nah?

Well...421 years ago, in 1592, in a town called the Magnificent, lived a Prince named Jacob. Although Jacob was a prince he did not live royal. Jacob was an only child who lived with his mother, Teresa, in a beautiful cottage. The cottage was right outside the King's castle, surrounding the castle and the cottage was luscious low cut green grass, daisies, tulips, roses, 2 tall trees on opposite sides of the castle, and other small log cabins spread throughout the city. Log cabins with red rooftops and light brown logs were to the right and left of both the cottage and castle. I the middle lie a long golden brick road in which the towns people of the west worked and strolled from house to house or business to business. Jacob also known as Prince knew nothing of what went on beyond the golden brick road, all he knew is tat eventually it turned into a silver brick road, he had never gone any further into the city.

     Beyond the silver brick road things were very different. There lived a girl with a completely different lifestyle from Prince. Unlike the city in the west where Prince lived, in the east there were log cabins with green rooftops and dark brown logs lined up on both sides of the silver brick road. Throughout the city men, women, and children worked all day in the hot sun, so that they could have the things they needed to survive each day. Men chopped logs, shaped wood, worked in blacksmith shops, and did other handy things women couldn't and wouldn't do. Women ran the schedules, prioritizing/organizing things for the men, worked in the few offices, taught & watched the small children, made arts and crafts, and took care of other small necessities. The older children helped out when help was needed, but their main jobs were chores at home, helping the elderly, delivering things such as mail, verbal messages, food, and also watching for any danger or emergency. These people not only had to get enough supplies for themselves, but also enough to give resources to the people in the west who worked higher level jobs. Chanel was one of the older children, unlike the rest of the towns people, she was special. She was a very valuable citizen in the east, so she was rarely disciplined. In fact, Chanel was treated as a princess of some sort, everyone loved her although sometimes she did forbidden things.

      At the end of the silver brick road was a forest that ONLY lumber workers were allowed into, but sometimes Chanel went into the forest whenever she wanted. Or she'd sneak out at night, wander about during the day and do punishing things to the males and sometimes the females. 

    Chanel was indeed nice, loving, caring, loyal, brilliant, talented, respectful, helpful, outgoing, and very ,very beautiful, but in some ways she was a rebel. No one could do anything about it, all because everyone bowed down to her unrealistic or should I say fictional beauty. The other girls and even the women would sometimes get jealous of her good looks and everything about her. She had talents that everyone wished to master and a heart warming personality that no one could even fathom. Although people treated her like royalty nearly all the time, she did not use that to her advantage or think any lesser of anyone in the town. What she truly wanted was to be treated as a normal teen. Eventually, most people followed her wishes, but a handful of men, boys, and women continued to treat her as a princess.

       None of the towns people, except her own mother and 5 siblings, knew her real name. Everyone called her Portrait since the day she was born. They called her this because Chanel had a gift that only few people knew of, but none could resist. Her gift was kept a secret because she liked it that way. The reason everyone bowed down to her beauty and treated her like a princess is because of the gift. She was born a human and she is a human, but she had inhumane abilities. Her main ability was something she couldn't control; her appearance to everyone. Whenever someone laid eyes on her she had an appearance of whatever that person's definition of beauty was. Therefore, any and everyone believed her to be beautiful because they could only see what they wanted to see. No one [but herself] had ever seen or knew her true and only appearance, not even her mother. She appeared to look different to every single person. No two people saw her the exact same way. The only thing everyone did see [the same] was pure and all beauty