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7/25/2017

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This is my first time participating in the Storytime Blog Hop. At the bottom of my story are links to everyone else who is participating in the blog hop. There is a wide range of flash fiction, up to 1,000 words. Never know what you might find to enjoy. Get'em a click!

This piece of flash fiction, at 1,000 words only, may or may not become the opening scene in a future series I am planning. It's not the first intro I've written, but it is the one I currently like most.

The Last Sleeping Beauty
by Tamara Ruth

The deserted streets showed only the stragglers among us headed toward the mountain. “The Fating came a month early this year.”

My mother winced. “Because he wishes to punish me.”

“Are you ever going to tell me what you did?” I ask her, not for the first time. My whole life I have known two things: Rumplestilskin controls us all and my mother angered him before I was born.

Mother reached over to run her hand down my long blond hair, grasping a few strands in her fingers. “You are the greatest thing I have ever done.”

I rolled my eyes, turning away to continue walking. “That’s what you always say.”

“And it is always true.” Her voice is tinged with sadness and a kind of lost hope.

Looking at the few others, all trudging to receive their so-called Fate from Rumple himself, it seemed that we’d all lost what little hope we had left. The grey and brown of our town, unbroken by the flowers, trees, or curtains in old pictures added to the sense of hopelessness.

The furrowed brows and straight lips of each parent, escorting their sixteen-year-old child to the mountain, were a testament to how Rumple’s rule was meted out.

I had turned sixteen yesterday. My mother claimed the announcement that this year’s fating would occur today was a direct result. “So I have no more time with you,” she had sobbed into her ink stained hands after reading the missive.

For myself, I doubted the decision was anything but arbitrary. How could a newly sixteen year old girl with no skills justify changing the time of the Fating? It was beyond imagination.

As we stood at the base of the mountain, the three story high wooden door yawing open before us, Mother turned to me. “Take this with you.”

She handed me a little bundle of waxed paper folded around too-old cheese. The odor was strong enough to reach my nose before I touched it.

“Ew. No. That stinks.”

Mother forced the crinkled mass into my dress pocket. “Of course it does. It hides it.”

I made to remove the package but her hand on my wrist, griping tight enough to bruise me, caused me to raise my eyes to her.

“I can not tell you what I did. Forbidden. But you will learn soon enough.” Mother moved close, her words rushed and low. “Use what is inside to save yourself.”

Dropping my hand, she stepped back, her eyes blanking as if nothing remiss had occurred. She patted my cheek. “You’re a good daughter, Adora.”

Masking my shock at this sudden change, I nodded dutifully and whispered, “I love you, Mother.”

Mother smiled. Looking at her, I noticed the lack of tears in her eyes. Whatever she had given me, she was paying a price in this moment, possibly our last moment together. Mother was never without emotion except on these rare occasions.

Hugging her quickly, feeling her arms spasm around me, knowing that she was fighting the effects of what bound her, I felt the first real fright for what was coming.

Like all the children before me, I entered the mountain and began the climb to Rumple’s throne room. Unlike the others, I knew he was there due to the absence on Moira, the Fate. Without her to guide and rule, Rumple had enslaved Aesotopia a hundred years ago.

At least that’s what my now dead great-grandmother told me when I was young. Today, more than any other day, I felt her loss keenly. Mother loved me, but it was great-gran who had filled my head with the stories of her youth in the days and years before Moira disappeared.

Rumple looked up from his throne as my name was called. He smiled, jagged teeth showing clearly in the overly bright light that illuminated him. His clothes of deep blood red seemed to glisten in the same sinister way as his beady eyes.

“And thus the disobedient scribe’s daughter comes of age. Did your mother tell you that you, my dear, are the reason for her imprisonment?”
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My answer showed on my face despite my efforts to hide the affect of his words. His grin widened. “Yes, your father and her best friend, the last sleeping beauty, escaped me because of her. I would have made her replace her friend but,” his eyes narrowed at me menacingly, “for the babe within her.”

Rumple leaned back in his seat, waiting for me to reply. I said nothing. Too many thoughts swirled and I knew not to trust him. Granted, I’d known to trust my mother only to learn about her biggest secret.

“Hm, the silent type.” Rumple steepled his fingers, his yellowed nails clacking against each other. “Perhaps you shall fill the void.”

My head tilted of its own accord. Rumple’s smile returned. “You can be the last sleeping beauty. I’m sure your mother will,” he sniffed loudly, “adore watching you sleep forever.”

Before I could fully react, guards were pulling me out of the throne room. My shouts were met with harsh, garish laughter from Rumple and stoney silence from the guards.

A large door opened before me and I was forcibly tossed in, tripping over moldy hay and dirty rags. “Let me out. I have the right to see my mother.”

Minutes passed. I yelled into the silence of the mountain dungeons. No one came, if anyone heard.

I sank to my knees, heading hanging forward against the door, sobbing. I banged my fist into the door, yelping in pain. The smell hit my nose, reminding me. The package.

Taking it out, I turned away from the door, least someone be watching. Cleared of cheese, a small round disk lay in my hand.

I felt for a clasp around the edge. Nothing. Squeezing between thumb and finger, it popped open to reveal a mirror.

My reflection looked a mess. Then I saw the words inscribed below.

Give My Fellow Authors a Try!

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The Rose Tender by Raven O'Fiernanly
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8 Comments
Barbara link
7/25/2017 11:31:31 pm

An intriguing beginning!

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Elizabeth McCleary link
7/26/2017 12:12:59 am

This is a great take on the fairytale world. A little dark, but very intriguing!

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Raven O'Fiernan link
7/26/2017 10:20:59 am

Very interesting! I want to know what the words say.

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Juneta link
7/26/2017 06:53:04 pm

Ok, I was hooked I wanted to read more. Loved the premise of it. Made me think of one of my fave TV series Once Upon A Time. Wonderfully done.

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Fanni S link
7/28/2017 06:24:32 pm

Oh I love fairy tale rewrites! This was intriguing and well-written I hope to read some more in the future. Was hooked by the title, by the way, I knew it would be something to my liking.

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Katharina Gerlach link
7/29/2017 03:34:53 am

Great start, but now I want to know what follows.

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Angela Wooldridge link
8/3/2017 04:30:50 am

Very intriguing, I'd like to know what happens next.
(I spotted a few typos and on first read I thought 'Give my fellow authors a try' was inscribed beneath the mirror!)

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Gerald link
1/15/2021 02:42:13 am

Thanks for a great read

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