Do not fear. Do not weep. We've had 12 solid days of writing. We're read some wonderful tales from some fantabulous writers. Now it's time for a PARTY!
Yes folks, it's 12th Night and that means it's time for a Ball. A masquerade ball. And YOU'RE invited. Just click here to find out more!
Okay, back to the blog hop: 12 Days, 12 Stories, each 200-300 words. The contest theme is gifts and each day has a prompt. Today's is:
MOON
“I want a star,” the King shouted. “My heir must be brave
and bold, fearless of obstacles. Bring me a star on a plate.”
His two sons looked at each other. They had found
princesses, slain wild beasts but now the man dealt in impossibilities.
Courtiers whispered of madness. His sons did not disagree.
“I will fetch you a star,” said Garth. Handsome and rich, he
would pay the court jeweller a million gold marks to create the most beautiful
star the world had ever seen.
“As will I,” said Henry. Strong and fearless, he would
journey to far off lands in his quest for the King’s pleasure.
His daughter, Jusanna, shrugged. Plain and clever, she was
despised by her arrogant sire. “Why bother with a star?” she said.
“There are dozens of stars in the sky. Do you not wish for something
unique? I will fetch you the moon and give it to you this very
night.”
The King roared with laughter. “A woman?” he scoffed,
glancing at his sons. “Very well. Bring me the moon and the kingdom is
yours.” His smile faded. "Fail and a convent is your
fate."
“Meet me in the courtyard at midnight,” the girl said. “The
moon shall be yours.”
No braziers flickered to light the King’s way, nothing but the icy
brilliance of the stars. His daughter stood in the courtyard.
“Behold,” she said, her hand sweeping the air.
At his feet lay the bright sphere of the moon, glowing white and
dappled with silver. The King fell back, words stuttering on his lips.
“Sorcery,” he whispered.
“If I can pull the moon from the sky, imagine what else I can do?”
Jusanna said.
The King ran inside.
Jusanna smiled and stirred the courtyard pool. The moon
shattered into a thousand pieces.
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3 comments:
Always knew women were smarter than men in fairy tales, a perfect ending to the 12 days. :)
Oh wow. What a clever young girlie she is; out smarting those men. Brilliant! xx
Your daughter didn't steer you wrong! Another lovely fairytale, and a very clever heroine. I'll be looking forward to your Masquerade story (or stories), Ms. Meg!
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