The Maiden And The Curse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 16, 2018

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There she was, as beautiful as a sunrise, a fair and true maiden of her time. She was dainty and very kind with her loyal subjects. She had hair as golden as her jewels, her eyes as bright as a diamond, and a gleaming smile ready to cheer up anybody. All day everybody talked about how she was never sorrow, and would always stop to help a person in need. All of this is what people said. All of this was a lie in the eyes of the fair maiden. True, she helped people, but never was full of beauty. “They are just saying that. It’s only nice and proper. No one really means it.” This is what the princess told herself every day. She would hear the lies and then head to her room to sit before her mirror. There in the glass showed the truth. The scars on her arms, from “accidental” incidents. The acne from never taking good care after dark. The oily, impossible, hair that could never hide her face well enough. And her eyes, sad from being forced to see miserable things. Things that no human should ever see. “How,” she thought. “How can those humans lie to my face like that. Saying things that are never true.” She was filled with rage, and as soon as it came it left and was replaced with despair. And with that she went to sleep, dreaming if she would ever look like the villagers said she did.

The next day started like always. The maiden got up and ready to go out into the village and help out her people. Along the way one of her friends stopped her. “Hannah! I’m so glad I caught you! I have someone I want to show you!”

“But I…”

“You can help people later! Just come on!” And with that her friend grabbed her arm and dragged her to the main corridor. When they arrived there were two young men standing. There. One was tall and blonde, looking like he would rather be elsewhere. And the other was tall, with messy brown hair. He greeted the Princes with a warm smile.

Her friend went beside the blonde prince. “My boyfriend was on his travels and decided to bring back one of his friends. Isn’t that right Donny?”

The blonde prince seemed to have finally come to and resumed his place besides his lover. “Yes I thought it would be nice! Hannah, I would like you to meet Jackson, prince of the Northern Kingdoms. I thought you could show him around. Bell and I have to go, but you two enjoy yourself.” With that Danny led his beloved out of the castle and into a carriage.

This left the young prince and the maiden alone at the steps of the castle out in the afternoon sun.

“Well he is not a man for introductions, but he was right I’m Jackson.” He held his hand out and received a gentle shake of the fair maiden’s hand. “You look beautiful, just like my friend said!”

The princess was saddened at this line and said to herself, “He was told the awful lie too.” Then she decided to put it past her and place a smile of her face. A new prince meant a chance for a new friendship. “Thank my kind sir. I heard that you wanted to be shown around the kingdom. What would you like to see?”

“I was told you have the most wonderful garden. May I take a look?” And with that, the maiden took his arm and guided him to the garden. There they looked at the creatures, laughed about stories, and shared a smile that is not known to be placed on to many faces. One that was real and not fake, like the maiden usually wore.

“Can I be honest with you? I have had a lot of fun today. More than I have had in years!” This was true, for the maiden had never really enjoyed hanging out with friends until now.

“I can say the same. Today was truly magnificent! Though I must ask you something.”

“Anything!”

“Earlier I said you were beautiful, yet you frowned at the statement. Did I say something wrong?”

The princess sighed, for she thought the prince did not notice. “You said nothing wrong. It’s just…I hear that said about me all the time. But I never see it. I believe they are lying.” She looked up to see the prince wore a puzzled look. After he ran her statement through her head a second time, he pulled out a small mirror.

“Come here.” He pulled the princess close, so that she lay against his chest. The prince held up the mirror so she could see herself. “I think your mirror has been cursed by your words. You had vexed it to believe you lies, for what the people say are true. Here is a mirror clean and pure as can be look in it. I see a maiden who is wants to be happy, and doesn’t want to believe she is beautiful for n body has ever really told with their heart in their hands.” The prince lifted the maiden so she was looking deep into his dark, brown eyes. “I come here with my heart because I want you to believe what I say. You are a wonderful maiden and I can see nothing that makes you extrodinary! If you could except my heart, I will tell you the truth every day, so you and your cursed mirror shall be set free.”

The princess was astonished, but then had tears escaping her eyes and running down her cheeks. For once these were not tears of sorrow, but from pure happiness. “I would love that.”

From that point on the prince and the maiden stayed together, happy and pure, for the prince had gotten rid of the awful curse that was bestowed on the princess. This tale is heartwarming but a note must be made. It was not just the princess that was given this curse. Almost every young lady gets this wicked hex. But there is no need to fear, for there is a prince out there for every maiden cursed, and the maiden will be lifted from her woes.



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