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Plot Bunny: Northern Lights - A fairytale not of our time
Yes, that is the actual title. I'm a bit too lazy to post the entre plotline right now which is still in the works, but there are certain pertinent parts which I thought will be of interest:
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Do you believe in fairytales? Do you believe in truth, beauty and romance?
If you don't, lay this book down. This story is not for you.
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That was the year Princess Aura ran off with the pirates.
Originally, they had kidnapped her - a [twelve]-year-old girl was so easy to capture, apparently, despite the fact that she was clever when it came to loosening ropes, and had a silver-tongue whenever it was not being sharp released on her opponents. The ransom had been ridiculous, but not as ridiculous as this turn of events.
Prince Philip was somewhere between being pitied and being congratulated by his various acquaintances, as it looked unlikely that his fiancee would return to him. "Capricious little child!" they said, "running off without an as-you-please! Poor boy! Maybe now he'll find himself a proper bride!"
That annoyed him, of course, because there was nothing wrong with Aura aside from the fact that she was more of a little sister than a future bride. But it still implied there was something wrong with Aura as a future bride, and he was annoyed that anyone would think that she would make an unsuitable wife.
In his hands he twirled a letter he received from Aura, who had written him before she left, filled with excuses for running off with the pirates and promises to "come back soon".
"Soon" was a shaky concept when it came to Aura. It could mean anytime within the next ten minutes, or the next ten years. But he was used to it. This was, after all, Aura.
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Aurora, with hair of sunshine gold. Aurora, with eyes dark as the night and flecks of blue and green like the northern lights that seethed across the sky during winter. Aurora, with the birdsong voice that echoed through the woods.
Aurora, Aurora.
Philip was quite sure he would never tire of saying it, just as he would never tire of playing chess with her in the corner of the tavern, and as he would never tire of her voluptous chatter. Almost as clever as Aura, he thought, and infinitely sweeter.
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"You're prancing around the woods," she said with a steely voice.
"So I am."
"In your socks!" she said, stabbing a finger at his feet.
"I am."
"Your valet is going to have a fit!"
"He can have all the fits he could possibly want. I'll burn them when I get home anyway."
"Your tailor is going to have a seizure!"
"I can get a new one, then." Philip brightened at the thought. "How do you know Aurora?" he asked conversationally, as if Aura wasn't looking quite displeased with the whole situation.
"She is my sister," Aura said sourly, her own blue eyes narrowing to icy edges at him.
It was suddenly very awkward in that wood.
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"I'm not angry," Aura gritted. She reconsidered. "Okay. I am. But not at you."
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"I'm not sure you quite grasp the political ramifications of this," she said.
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"Princesses are made, not just born. One can be born into royalty, yet have the capability of an idiot. It signifies nothing, this birth into position, if one cannot govern with the intelligence required for such a task." She looked around the table in the pause. "And I do not have the necessary skills for such a task."
"Yet peasant orphans have been made into kings and queens within the kingdom of Nauheim for the past five hundred years," someone murmured.
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Everybody loves a good love story. Excepting those whose experiences with love have been bitter. They love a good love tragedy.
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"Your sister," Milenzia sneered at Aura, "nothing more than a prince's leman!"
Aura sipped her wine, her eyes moving from the wizardess-queen to her daughter. "I see the family resemblance," she said sweetly.
That, Philip decided, was horrifically un-diplomatic. He also decided then that Aura had spent too long in the company of pirates.
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She knelt in front of the alter, gazing up at the windows with the stained glass, the beautiful cold tapestries of the Deities, the Two who were One yet always Two.
Two whole creatures, come together hand in hand, bringing forth new creatures, new lives, new worlds.
Two circles, joined to make one symbol, infinity, on and on forever.
Aura ignored the symbolism of joined molecules.
"I know it's been a long time since you spoke to any one of us," she told the pictures on the windows. "But all the same, I'd still like to ask some questions."
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"It's a damn catapult!" Philip scowled.
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"Two eighty-six," Aurora suggested.
"You've sunk a galley." Her extraordinary luck was getting on his nerves.
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None of these are in particular order, of course. Just scenes which have to be in there. It's my usual basic love story placed within the context of a larger political epic which isn't even being discussed anywhere here, because I still have to create the map and kingdoms and government systems and things like that.
It is, however, a re-write of Disney's Sleeping Beauty. Note I don't even rename the two main characters.
----
Do you believe in fairytales? Do you believe in truth, beauty and romance?
If you don't, lay this book down. This story is not for you.
----
That was the year Princess Aura ran off with the pirates.
Originally, they had kidnapped her - a [twelve]-year-old girl was so easy to capture, apparently, despite the fact that she was clever when it came to loosening ropes, and had a silver-tongue whenever it was not being sharp released on her opponents. The ransom had been ridiculous, but not as ridiculous as this turn of events.
Prince Philip was somewhere between being pitied and being congratulated by his various acquaintances, as it looked unlikely that his fiancee would return to him. "Capricious little child!" they said, "running off without an as-you-please! Poor boy! Maybe now he'll find himself a proper bride!"
That annoyed him, of course, because there was nothing wrong with Aura aside from the fact that she was more of a little sister than a future bride. But it still implied there was something wrong with Aura as a future bride, and he was annoyed that anyone would think that she would make an unsuitable wife.
In his hands he twirled a letter he received from Aura, who had written him before she left, filled with excuses for running off with the pirates and promises to "come back soon".
"Soon" was a shaky concept when it came to Aura. It could mean anytime within the next ten minutes, or the next ten years. But he was used to it. This was, after all, Aura.
----
Aurora, with hair of sunshine gold. Aurora, with eyes dark as the night and flecks of blue and green like the northern lights that seethed across the sky during winter. Aurora, with the birdsong voice that echoed through the woods.
Aurora, Aurora.
Philip was quite sure he would never tire of saying it, just as he would never tire of playing chess with her in the corner of the tavern, and as he would never tire of her voluptous chatter. Almost as clever as Aura, he thought, and infinitely sweeter.
----
"You're prancing around the woods," she said with a steely voice.
"So I am."
"In your socks!" she said, stabbing a finger at his feet.
"I am."
"Your valet is going to have a fit!"
"He can have all the fits he could possibly want. I'll burn them when I get home anyway."
"Your tailor is going to have a seizure!"
"I can get a new one, then." Philip brightened at the thought. "How do you know Aurora?" he asked conversationally, as if Aura wasn't looking quite displeased with the whole situation.
"She is my sister," Aura said sourly, her own blue eyes narrowing to icy edges at him.
It was suddenly very awkward in that wood.
----
"I'm not angry," Aura gritted. She reconsidered. "Okay. I am. But not at you."
----
"I'm not sure you quite grasp the political ramifications of this," she said.
----
"Princesses are made, not just born. One can be born into royalty, yet have the capability of an idiot. It signifies nothing, this birth into position, if one cannot govern with the intelligence required for such a task." She looked around the table in the pause. "And I do not have the necessary skills for such a task."
"Yet peasant orphans have been made into kings and queens within the kingdom of Nauheim for the past five hundred years," someone murmured.
----
Everybody loves a good love story. Excepting those whose experiences with love have been bitter. They love a good love tragedy.
----
"Your sister," Milenzia sneered at Aura, "nothing more than a prince's leman!"
Aura sipped her wine, her eyes moving from the wizardess-queen to her daughter. "I see the family resemblance," she said sweetly.
That, Philip decided, was horrifically un-diplomatic. He also decided then that Aura had spent too long in the company of pirates.
----
She knelt in front of the alter, gazing up at the windows with the stained glass, the beautiful cold tapestries of the Deities, the Two who were One yet always Two.
Two whole creatures, come together hand in hand, bringing forth new creatures, new lives, new worlds.
Two circles, joined to make one symbol, infinity, on and on forever.
Aura ignored the symbolism of joined molecules.
"I know it's been a long time since you spoke to any one of us," she told the pictures on the windows. "But all the same, I'd still like to ask some questions."
----
"It's a damn catapult!" Philip scowled.
----
"Two eighty-six," Aurora suggested.
"You've sunk a galley." Her extraordinary luck was getting on his nerves.
----
None of these are in particular order, of course. Just scenes which have to be in there. It's my usual basic love story placed within the context of a larger political epic which isn't even being discussed anywhere here, because I still have to create the map and kingdoms and government systems and things like that.
It is, however, a re-write of Disney's Sleeping Beauty. Note I don't even rename the two main characters.