Post by elizavalentine on Dec 17, 2017 16:47:38 GMT -5
“Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.”
A high, hill sits on the horizon, the trees surrounding it are bare & dying, their limbs twisted into angry shapes; bearing down over a single, solitary swingset. The aged metal creaked against the clinking chains as it moved. Sat upon the swing is a small blonde girl. Dressed in a pristine white gown floating around her chubby ankles; the swing barely moves as she sits limply atop the seat.
(Voiceover) “Once upon a Time, there was a beautiful princess. She knew, that she was the fairest in the land. Her blonde locks & rosebud lips drew the attention of the villagers who sought to make the princess their own, for, you see, the princess had no family to speak of; or so the wicked, portly gentlemen who ran the orphanage claimed…
But, the princess had a secret, buried down deep, she knew that she did not belong among the commoners, that she had been born with royal blood in her veins, she was made for something far greater than the humdrum life of a peasant.”
The young girl began to swing, pumping her legs with all her might.
“As the princess grew up, she shunned the daily lives of the villagers. Instead, she taught herself to battle; tooth & nail… blood sweat & tears, the princess spent every waking hour growing stronger, & smarter, never settling for the life others tried to press upon her. Until one day, a traveling band of knights came to town, she begged & pleaded to go with them, to fight at their side. The knights laughed & laughed, for what would she, a little orphan girl, have to offer them?
Still the princess would not be deterred, knight & Knave stood before her, challenging her to battle, one by one, they fell at her feet. Bested by the fiery young princess with a hunger in her belly. So, one fateful night, the princess took off with them, to earn her way.In that time, the princess saw many things; she fell in love & the evil sorceress turned her heart bitter & cold in her wake.. The more the princess learned of battle, the more titles she had to her name, the more she grew to despise those who denied her…”
Thunder & lightning crash on the horizon, the girls hair begins to turn black like soot, her pristine gown becoming tatters, smeared with stains & blood as the swing rocks faster & faster.
“One day, the princess happened upon a Prideful place, the people of the kingdom tried to deny her of her fate, but still she battled on. She wanted her crown, she would not stand down & she banished many from the kingdom. Until, only the oracle stood before the princess & her crown… The oracle was a haggard thing, once strong & beautiful, she now wallowed in the dungeons of the kingdom, parroting the words of others - because she no longer wielded any power of her own.
The oracle had wanted to be a great fighter, just like the princess, but unlike the her she had failed & now jealousy & spite turned her ugly, it made her hate the princess & the power in her heart. The princess was not the young girl she had been, strong & battle-worn she knew that this was not a worthy foe, but a fake king sat atop a throne of lies, had deemed the princess unworthy, he had tried to throw her to the dungeon; when he had failed, he placed many obstacles in her way…”
The little girl stood slowly from the swing, but now; Eliza, standing tall, her eyes completely black, her stare blank & cold, in the raggedy, stained old gown.
“The princess stood across from the oracle, knowing that victory was mere moments away. There was nothing left to stop her now. The oracle was not strong, or smart enough. She could not outwit the princess & the battle was already won. The oracle herself knew she was destined to fall at the hand of the princess, all she could do now was beg for mercy…”
Eliza thrust her hand out, seemingly reaching through the lens, then she drew her hand back, it was wet & bloody, clasped in her hand was a beating heart.
“But the princess, now a Queen… would have none.”
Eliza squeezed the heart until it collapsed, dropped to the floor, still, & dead.
A high, hill sits on the horizon, the trees surrounding it are bare & dying, their limbs twisted into angry shapes; bearing down over a single, solitary swingset. The aged metal creaked against the clinking chains as it moved. Sat upon the swing is a small blonde girl. Dressed in a pristine white gown floating around her chubby ankles; the swing barely moves as she sits limply atop the seat.
(Voiceover) “Once upon a Time, there was a beautiful princess. She knew, that she was the fairest in the land. Her blonde locks & rosebud lips drew the attention of the villagers who sought to make the princess their own, for, you see, the princess had no family to speak of; or so the wicked, portly gentlemen who ran the orphanage claimed…
But, the princess had a secret, buried down deep, she knew that she did not belong among the commoners, that she had been born with royal blood in her veins, she was made for something far greater than the humdrum life of a peasant.”
The young girl began to swing, pumping her legs with all her might.
“As the princess grew up, she shunned the daily lives of the villagers. Instead, she taught herself to battle; tooth & nail… blood sweat & tears, the princess spent every waking hour growing stronger, & smarter, never settling for the life others tried to press upon her. Until one day, a traveling band of knights came to town, she begged & pleaded to go with them, to fight at their side. The knights laughed & laughed, for what would she, a little orphan girl, have to offer them?
Still the princess would not be deterred, knight & Knave stood before her, challenging her to battle, one by one, they fell at her feet. Bested by the fiery young princess with a hunger in her belly. So, one fateful night, the princess took off with them, to earn her way.In that time, the princess saw many things; she fell in love & the evil sorceress turned her heart bitter & cold in her wake.. The more the princess learned of battle, the more titles she had to her name, the more she grew to despise those who denied her…”
Thunder & lightning crash on the horizon, the girls hair begins to turn black like soot, her pristine gown becoming tatters, smeared with stains & blood as the swing rocks faster & faster.
“One day, the princess happened upon a Prideful place, the people of the kingdom tried to deny her of her fate, but still she battled on. She wanted her crown, she would not stand down & she banished many from the kingdom. Until, only the oracle stood before the princess & her crown… The oracle was a haggard thing, once strong & beautiful, she now wallowed in the dungeons of the kingdom, parroting the words of others - because she no longer wielded any power of her own.
The oracle had wanted to be a great fighter, just like the princess, but unlike the her she had failed & now jealousy & spite turned her ugly, it made her hate the princess & the power in her heart. The princess was not the young girl she had been, strong & battle-worn she knew that this was not a worthy foe, but a fake king sat atop a throne of lies, had deemed the princess unworthy, he had tried to throw her to the dungeon; when he had failed, he placed many obstacles in her way…”
The little girl stood slowly from the swing, but now; Eliza, standing tall, her eyes completely black, her stare blank & cold, in the raggedy, stained old gown.
“The princess stood across from the oracle, knowing that victory was mere moments away. There was nothing left to stop her now. The oracle was not strong, or smart enough. She could not outwit the princess & the battle was already won. The oracle herself knew she was destined to fall at the hand of the princess, all she could do now was beg for mercy…”
Eliza thrust her hand out, seemingly reaching through the lens, then she drew her hand back, it was wet & bloody, clasped in her hand was a beating heart.
“But the princess, now a Queen… would have none.”
Eliza squeezed the heart until it collapsed, dropped to the floor, still, & dead.
