Copyright - HRC 1 June 2000
Fairytale
for Angel (written in 21st
Century style oslt!! *g*)
Once upon a time, in a land,
far far away there lived King and Queen who had a beautiful
daughter. When the Princess was born, the Palace was quite
taken aback by how beautiful was she was, and it was decided that
she would be called “Angel”. For indeed, she was
so very beautiful and angelic.
Angel led a very happy
childhood – if a very solitary one. As the Princess
grew into a beautiful, demure young lady, the King and Queen
began to notice her sadness. The Queen knew that her
daughter longed to be swept off her feet by handsome Prince, but
alas, she knew this was never going to happen.
Many years ago, before the
King and Queen were married, one of the old witches that lived in
the hills beyond the Palace saw the King out riding and bid that
he should marry her! The King, being of Royal blood vowed
he would marry for love and would never marry because of a curse!
On the day that the King and Queen were married, the haggard old
witch cast an evil spell on their first-born. It was said
that the first daughter born of the Kings wife would never marry
the Prince of her dreams – and alas, it seemed that the evil
spell was doomed to last forever.
As the Spring turned to
Summer, Angel began to take long walks into the forest that
surrounded that Palace. She would sit by the river and
dream of another land where she and her Prince lived happily and
had not a care in the world. How Angel wished this
fantasyland were real……
One day, in the warmth of the
summer sun, Angel fell asleep on the bank of the river. Her
dreams took her to far away places with strange sounding names
– to a place where she was free from the curse that had
bound her to a life of loneliness. She awoke, some hours
later, to discover that it was dusk and the evening dew had began
to form. She sat up and looked around her – everything
looked so very different in the gloom of a misty summers evening.
She shivered – the grass around her now cold and damp from
the evening air. The tree’s looked quite
forbidding, the chill breeze blew and enveloped her in a misty
silence. Suddenly, Angel realised just how
‘alone’ and ‘lost’ she really was. Fear
began to set in and although she had been alone all her life,
never before had she had such a feeling of isolation.
To Angel, the minutes seemed
like hours. Nighttime had fallen, and all the creatures of
the forest were moving around her – calling – wailing!
She longed for her Prince – when was he to come and save
her? If only her dreamland were real, then she could away
from her terror in a heartbeat.
Suddenly, she heard a voice
sailing towards her on the chill breeze of the night. It
penetrated the harsh screeching of the forest creatures and
instantly her heart began to beat faster! It was a sound
she had only ever heard in one place – her dreams.
How could this be – she
was cursed never to meet her Prince? As his voice grew ever
closer, she began to echo his calls – reaching out with her
voice across the breeze. As she peered through the mist she
could see his dark shadow approaching – her fear was gone,
she could hear nothing but his voice – it was as if the
forest that surrounded her did not exist.
As the mist began to clear
from around his silhouette, Angel sobbed with happiness as she
saw the vision before her. She knew she was safe now.
There, in the gloom of the darkening forest stood the most
handsome man she had ever seen. He was the Prince she had
longed for in her dreams! He was tall and slender, his
expression was sultry and steamy – everything that Angel had
wished for. However, all was not as it seemed, for the
handsome gentleman was not attired in the usual
‘Princely’ clothing. Slung around his waste
was a gun belt, that hung against his jeans and he had cowboy
boots to die for! He wore a Stetson, slightly downward
facing, enticing her to look into his piercing eyes.
Suddenly, everything became
clear to Angel. When the haggard old Witch cast her spell,
she forgot one tiny detail. It would appear that the
‘Prince’ was in fact a Cowboy. The Witch never
mentioned a Cowboy when she placed the evil spell on the King and
Queen, and only cursed their first born never to marry the
“Prince of her dreams”. The spell was broken at
last!
The Cowboy stooped down
beside Angel and whisked her up into his arms. She was as
light as a feather and in a moment he was carrying her to safety
– out of the forest, away from the ever-darkening gloom.
In her dreams, the Prince had told Angel that she was his soul,
his light, and his every breath ; never again would a curse so
cruel be bestowed on the Princess. Indeed, it would seem
that this was how the fairytale was to end, the curse was broken
and they all lived happily ever after……..
The moral of this story is : hang on to your dreams and believe in them, for one day, you never know – they just might come true…….