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daebreaker1 · 1 year

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hi my Special Interest is Snow White and i’d love to read your Vil essay sometime if you’d be willing to share it!! 💖💖

(if not that’s okay too!!! either way i think that topic’s so fuckin cool!!!)

So sorry this took so long, I had to think of the best way to do this because it was for a 10 page paper and only a portion is about Snow White. But I finally decided to just copy and paste the part about Snow White. Any incorrect grammar/spelling/wording in quoted text is not my own, and due to the fact that this is from a class paper I had to write it exactly. Under the cut for length, some necessary TW because of the original story of Little Snow-White none of these are in depth but they are mentioned: Death (childbirth), Attempted Murder (Poisoned Comb/Strangulation with Corset), Torture (Dancing in red hot shoes), Death (Dancing in red hot shoes), Death (falling). If you feel like more warnings are necessary, please let me know and I will add it.

The second, also Disney, piece that I want to address is Little Snow-White more widely known by the title Disney gave it Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. I also feel like there are things to note from the mobile game Twisted Wonderland which focuses around Disney Villains and the characterization of them. This piece was much longer than the previous one at 2952 words. The reason I chose this one to talk about is it performs in a much more opposite way to The Frog-Prince with it having a much more heavy lean on characters rather than leaning heavily on characters for its iconography.

There are two characters in Little Snow-White that I feel like barely mentioning in terms of character, these being Snow White and her Wicked Stepmother. The first one I have to mention is Snow White being one of the most iconic fictional characters with her skin as white as snow, hair as black as ebony, and lips as red as blood. This description is, in my experience, one of the most widely talked about widely spoken descriptions of any character from a fairy tale. Directly from the source text “Soon afterward she had a little daughter who was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony wood, and therefore they called her Little Snow-White. And as soon as the child was born, the queen died.” (Little Snow-White). With the added fact that she is also a child, there are definitely a lot of ways that she runs directly juxtaposed to the Wicked Stepmother. This runs directly parallel to how the Wicked Stepmother is described in the most vague of terms, again from the original text. “A year later the king took himself another wife. She was a beautiful woman, but she was proud and arrogant, and she could not stand it if anyone might surpass her in beauty. She had a magic mirror. Every morning she stood before it, looked at herself, and said: Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who in this land is fairest of all? To this the mirror answered: You, my queen, are fairest of all. Then she was satisfied, for she knew that the mirror spoke the truth.” (Little Snow-White). Her characterization is solely based on the fact that she is the most beautiful person in the land. Her characterization is also built on the fact that she is jealous of a literal child who she is losing a beauty competition of her own creation to. I also think that the first two ways that she attempted to kill Snow also speak to her obsession with beauty, especially in the time that this fairy tale was originally told tells us a lot. From the corset used to attempt to suffocate her, to the hair comb used to increase beauty. Especially compared to the Wicked Stepmothers own death by hot shoes, best told directly from the story, “Then they put a pair of iron shoes into burning coals. They were brought forth with tongs and placed before her. She was forced to step into the red-hot shoes and dance until she fell down dead.” (Little Snow-White) and I feel like it is a fitting end for her character, the character obsessed with beauty dying in the most undignified way for the time. Especially considering that iron shoes were supposedly worn by scientists at this time.

In terms of the way that this was shown in the movie of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs the same concept happens. Snow keeps her same appearances that she is famous for: her snow white skin, blood red lips, and her hair as dark as ebony. Beyond this however there are some things about her that change drastically. The one that sticks out to me the most is her age. Though it is unstated in both her exact age it seems like there is a difference, with her being older, though still incredibly young. The biggest difference however is the Wicked Stepmother, who was turned into the Evil Queen in the film. On top of getting an actual character design for the Evil Queen we get to see a whole other side of her with the elderly crone that she becomes. The way that she attempts to kill Snow also changes, though its in a way that does not accentuate her character as it did in the original.

The final piece of evidence for characters, though wholly inconsequential to the overall plot of the fable, but is very important to the way that the characters have evolved over time, that being the most recent iteration of the concept of the characters, in the mobile game Twisted Wonderland being the character Vil Schoenheit and Neige LeBlanche. I feel like they are both very important to mention in terms of the progression of these characters, as it does the same thing that Almost There does for The Princess and the Frog and takes the tales and puts them into a more modern sense. First discussing the character that we know less about is Neige LeBlanche the one who is based off Snow White. The trend surprisingly continues wherein Snow White looks nearly identical to how she was described in the original fairy tale with Neige having the iconic snow pale skin and dark ebony hair. There are also many similarities in personality and, almost, in storyline. He follows very closely in the vain of the way that he was trapped in a battle of who is the fairest that he did not even know existed that almost led to his death. Beyond this the personalities are also extraordinarily similar. From the deep trust in people, to the fact that he has a near effortless charm that manages to capture the hearts of the nation, to the point where it is what saves him from the Evil Queens murder plot by the Huntsman.

In terms of the Vil, we again have many inconsistencies in the Evil Queen’s design, from lack thereof. Unlike the ever present visage of Snow, we get another viewing of the character of the Evil Queen. However, what does not change or waiver is the striving to be the fairest and most beautiful in the land, to the point of being willing to taint his own moral beauty for it. The most important part of the Evil Queen still remains, the struggles and the mission that the two are trying to accomplish are exactly identical.

In total I believe that Neige and Vil are truely amazing examples of bringing older characters into a place that more modern viewers can understand. The decision to turn them into a oneway competing celebrities but overall keep the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs in tact, much more so than any other tale in the game is one that only bolsters these characters.

In terms of plot, both the film and the original fairy tale follow more or less the same plot. The Evil Queen grows increasingly jealous of Snow White, to the point where she attempts to have The Huntsman kill Snow. However, she survives and the Queen is given faulty proof that Snow White is dead, until the magic mirror alerts her to the fact that Snow is alive and living with the dwarfs. However, this is where the stories divulge greatly, whereas in the original story she makes three attempts at killing Snow: the corset, the comb and the poisoned apple. Then the Queen leaves Snow White “dead” in the cabin and leaves to return to her home. However, after a long period of time, in which her body does not decay the prince happens across her, and is gifted the coffin by the dwarfs. When being transported, the coffin shakes and the apple chunk falls out, reviving her. Then Snow White and the Prince decide to wed, and after inviting the Wicked Stepmother to the wedding, they kill her by putting her in hot iron shoes and forcing her to dance until she dies. In the Disney film, after only receiving the apple and being killed by that, the dwarfs return home chasing off the Evil Queen and causing her to plummet to her death. She is eventually laid to rest in a glass coffin when the Prince happens across her body, and decides to kiss her. This act of true love and true loves kiss breaks the spell, causing the spell to break. After this, they simply ride off into the sunset to live happily ever after.

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incorrect-magnus · 4 years

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Tim, looking for clues: Apples. The most suspicious of fruits

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ariel-seagull-wings · 3 years

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TOP 12 WICKED QUEEN PORTRAYALS

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Alongside the Big Bad Wolf, Cinderella’s Stepmother, The Giant from Jack and The Beanstalk, The Witch from Hansel and Gretel and Bluebeard, The Wicked Queen from Snow White is one of the most iconic fairy tale villains of all time. A lot of people come to consider her the real protagonist of the fairy tale, since is her desire to be considered the Fairest of All and her actions to keep that title what puts the narrative in motion. And today, i will rank my favorite portrayals of this fascinatingly nasty foe.

12º Miranda Richardson as Queen Elspeth in Snow White: The Fairest of Them All (2001)

Talk about being typecast: before that turn as Snow White’s Evil Queen, Richardson had portrayed an Evil Sorceress Queen and Stepmother in Jim Henson’s The Storyteller (’The Three Ravens’ episode) and she was a wicked Sorceress Stepmother in Tim Burton’s Sleep Hollow. So it was neat for her to be called for the role of the most famous Evil Sorceress Queen and Stepmother in this Hallmark TV Movie. Elspeth is the sister of a strange, mysteryous creature known as the Granter of Wishes. Having been recently released from his freezing prison, the Granter of Wishes makes a spell to make her look beautifull for human standards, and marries her to the newly crowned and widowed King John. At first she looks content with the prospect, but as time passes, she grows more and more unsatisfied. Her source of joy is the Magic Mirror that praises her beauty, and casting spells to turn gnomes into garden statues. But when the Magic Mirror says that Snow White’s beauty surpasses hers, the unsatisfaction gets mixed with paranoia, and Elspeth slowly abuses her power in constantly harming other people, until there is no magic enough...

11º Herta Kravina in Schneewitchen (1971)

This german TV Movie is the most faithfull adaptation of the Grimm’s tale original edition, not only keeping the three murder attempts by ribbon/lace/corset, hair comb and apple, but also being the only one to show the Queen dancing to death with hot iron shoes in Snow White’s wedding. This is enough to make it worth a checkout. The other reason i find this version interesting is how the Queen comunicates with the Magic Mirror: they sing to each other. And Kravina has a really good voice (no wonder she was a voice actress for Peggy Lee in the first german/dutch dub of Disney’s Lady and The Tramp). Sometimes that is enough to get a spot in a ranking.

10º Mari Yokoo/Caterina Rochiara/Regina Reagan/Carol Jacobanis as Queen Crystal in The Legend of Snow White (1994)

From the outside, Queen Chrystal appears to be calm, regal, and sophisticated, but in reality, this collected and stately facade hides an extremely sadistic, hateful, cold and sinister person. She is ruthless, jealous and obsessive and wants nothing more than to be the fairest in the land. She also has an extreme vanity that made her utterly intolerant of rivals. Being solely focused on the idea of becoming the fairest of all, Queen Chrystal does not appear to be significantly involved in governing her husband's kingdom, though the skeletal remains of prisoners in her dungeon point to her being a villainous ruler. In the end, her mad vanity and jealousy of her stepdaughter Snow White drove her to murderous insanity. Later is revealed that Queen Chrystal is not unredeamably evil as everyone thins, but an actually kind and gentle person who is possessed by an Evil Spirit.

09º Diana Rigg as the Queen in Canon Movie Tales: Snow White (1987)

This lady is the personification of paranoia multiplied by the double. Why? Because the Magic Mirror didn’t needed to say that the little child Snow White was the fairest, this queen just feared so much that the princess’s beauty would outgrow hers that she ordered the huntsman to kill her. Basically: run, she is bad news.

08º Jeri Arredondo as Sly Fox in Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales For Every Child (1995)

Sly Fox... What a cunning diva. People try to counsel to not use alone a Magic Mirror that is a portal to the spirit world, but who says she listens? She is just there to hear the singing of her praises, and will try to eliminate anyone who gets on her way. She even goes so far as taking the appearance of the kind hearted nurse Sage Flower to lure her stepdaughter White Snow to eat the poisoned appled. What is not to love about that bastard?

07º Kazue Komiya/Arlene Banas as the Queen in Grimm’s Fairy Tale Classics (1989)

Interestingly this encarnation starts naturally cold, calm and collected, ocasionally at the princess Snow White to see if she can ever grow more beautifull than her, and dismissing the girl with contempt. It is years later that she lets go of acting calm and collected, because after hearing some gossips in the palace, she asks Snow White if she thinks of herself as more beautifull than the Queen, and her stepdaughter reacts by exclaiming that the Queen is vain and cruel, and to her eyes that makes her ugly. So besides the desire of being considered the most beautifull, you get the feeling that this Queen pursues Snow White as a way to shut a person that dares to rebell against her, wich ads new interesting dimentions to their antagonism.

06º Dorothy Cumming as Queen Brangomar in Snow White (1916)

Brangomar was once a lady in waiting of the palace. But one day, she met the powerfull Witch Rex, who offered to give Brangomar anything she wanted. And what Brangomar wanted was to become a beautifull Queen. Wich was achieved by a faustian deal where Witch Rex would cast a spell that killed Imogene, the previous Queen, while in return Brangomar would have to find a way of getting Snow White’s heart for the Witch. Years have passed, and now Brangomar must kill the princess to pay her debt, or else everything she got will be lost. Hey, here is a way of making a villain tragic, almost simpathetic and complex while keeping clear that she is still a villain!

05º Vanessa Redgrave as the Queen in Faerie Tale Theatre (1984)

The most loud and bombastic portrayal of the Wicked Queen ever put on screen. Bringing to television her sperience from stage, that allows some more over the top emotional reactions, Redgrave had the time of her life in that role, indulging in twirling, preening and screening as much as she could, and his Queen is all the most fun for it.

04º Gudrun Landgrebe as the Queen in Schneewittchen (1992)

What i live about Landgrebe’s Queen is her range: at first she acts all humble, discreet, cold and mysteryous. Then her husband leaves to fight in a Crusade, and she trows the white veil and gray clothing of humility to show a diva red hair and orange dress, as to say “Hey, the King leaved, i have all the power here now and you must do as i say”. Later, a knight comes, offering a magical crystal ball that connected to a mirror says all the truth, and the Queen takes posession of it to ask about her beauty. When Mirror says that the most beautifull woman in the kingdom is Snow White, she gets infuriated, than goes to carefully plan ways to eliminate the princess once and for all. The highlight is when she takes the disguise of a russian male doctor to offer the apple (where she injects poison into with her ring) to Snow White.

03º Maria Antonieta de Las Nieves in El Chapulin Colorado: Blancanieves y los Siete Churín Churín Fun Flais (1978)

This three part episode of the mexican comedy superheroe show is a loving parody of the Disney version, that stands out as an enjoyable retelling of the classic fairy tale in its own right. Interestingly, while most of the comedy in the episode is delivered in the form of over the top slapistick, de Las Nieves’s delivers a straight faced, contained performance. Wich makes her answers to the absurd situations in the story all the more funny.

02º Patricia Medina as the Queen in Snow White And The Three Stooges (1961)

This lady was a hell of a foe: she not only antagonizes Snow White for the title of the Most Beautifull, going so far as to lock the princess in a dungeon for no crime at all, but also, alongside her partner in crime Count Oga, ordered a murder attempt aggainst Prince Charming when he was a child, to prevent him from marrying Snow White, and this way she could become ruller of the kingdoms of Fortunia and Bravuria. Troughout the film, you think that she could win, since she has powerfull magic, spy and a mighty army at her comand, wich makes the viewer get all the more excited on the seat, that is how enjoyable Medina’s Queen is.

And my Number One Portrayal of the Wicked Queen is...

01º Lucille La Verne as the Queen in Disney’s Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs (1937)

The first encarnation of the character that i ever saw in my childhood, and the one that still sends chills/shivers to my spine. As a young Queen, she rarely smiles, acting cold and calculating, intidimidating who is subordinate to her with the expression of her eyes and highbrows. And as a Crone, she lowdly indulges in her cruelty, offering the poisoned apple to her pet raven to scare him, and mocking the dead skeleton of a prisoner inside the castle’s dungeons. That balance between cold calculism and loud cruelty, where both are equally unsetling and scary, is something very hard to achieve, but i think this encarnation did a very good job in achieving that balance, that every other portrayal that camed tried to draw influence from it ever since. And that’s why Disney’s Wicked Queen is my Number One portrayal.

HONORABLE MENTIONS: Addi Adamets in Schneewittchen (1955), Marianne Christina Schiling in Schneewittchen (1961) and Sonja Kirchberger in Sechs Auf Einen Streich (2009)

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eggpuffs · 4 years

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Hi Egg! What is the cute little “Red Shoes” thing you just posted about and where did you watch it? I love the animation and your tags made it sound really sweet ^^

hello!!! i’m glad you liked the gifs lKJASLKDFJAFD the actual animation is actually more cgi!

you can watch it on the usual places like kimcartoon but it’s also currently on youtube under the url id Y8k2qz_OPe8 !

some might know red shoes and the seven dwarfs as the movie from a korean studio that had a really horrible english tagline

like who would want to watch something like that FOR REAL that’s horrible

but now i see I DON’T KNOW WHO CAME UP WITH THAT TAGLINE but it’s totally not relevant to the movie at all.

holly’s ( @shining-magically) been posting about it recently and she made me really want to watch it for the body/appearance positive messages!

i’m watching it right now and from the beginning snow white’s original size is not the source of joke or mockery. she’s described as a beautiful and smart young woman, and she’s strong and she loves herself already!!!

she doesn’t decide to put on the shoes “to become more beautiful” or anything, she doesn’t like herself more when she’s thin, and she actually misses her original strength.

it’s more just a plot device and commentary on how finally other people start paying attention to her because they’re the shallow ones.

if you don’t mind spoilers this thread explains the whole thing

https://shining-magically.tumblr.com/post/620282239287197696/sesquipedalian-aficionado-amuletrebel

#sorry for referencing you so much holly HAHHAHH BUT YOU AND YOUR COMMENTARY ARE LIT THE REASON WHY I'M WATCHING IT #also personally i enjoy it because snow white and merlin are korean to me LOL so #anon #answered

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cowperviolet · 4 years

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A Fantasy Writer’s Guide to Entremets

Ok - I know that fantasy worlds don’t have to be medieval-influenced. However, most do tend to have historical elements from different eras worked into them; so why not entremets, especially since they have their origins in the feasts of antiquity, and have been deployed through the Middle Ages and Renaissance both?

If anything, they fit the Rule of Cool.

So, what are the entremets? To put it very simply, they are the elements of the feast that do not, strictly speaking, belong on the menu. They can be statues, performances, automata (I guess I should put steampunk in the tags), tableaux, even edible-stuff-that’s-just-really freaky.

Here are some examples (most are drawn from the Burgundian court, because it was the most Extra one):

(Technically) edible stuff:

A lamprey burrowed into a river bottom - that is, a lamprey meat is roasted, then covered in a thick sauce made from combining its blood with spices and vinegar to create the effect of mud.

Cigne revestu - a cooked swan redressed in its skin and feathers.

Doreures - poultry is stuffed with a mixture of pork, bacon, eggs, spices, pine-nut paste, and currants, then roasted; the leftover stuffing is made into balls and roasted as well. Then everything is covered in gold and silver leaf. Because they can.

Coqz heaumez - a stuffed roasted hen is seated atop a piglet and given a helmet of glued paper and a lance. These should be covered with gold- or silver-leaf for lords, or with white, red, or green tin-leaf, depending on the hen’s station in life, I guess.

Statuary:

The portrayal of the story of the Swan Knight - a wooden box with wheels is constructed; water-filled lead coffer holding a minever-covered parchment boat and a swan sculpture tied together with a golden chain are placed within.A cloth painted to represent water is then attached to hide men who are going to move the box around underneath.

The Cleveland fountain - an octagonal Gothic tower in three tiers of gilt-silver. Liquid (can be perfumed/rosewater) rises through the central tube and issues from the mouths of the four animals at the top. Then it cascades down each level through spouts in the forms of human and animal faces. The water jets turn a series of wheels attached to bells, making everything whirl and ring.

Something I am going to leave as a direct quote, because I can’t even - ‘At a special table there was a high pillar, on which was seated an ymage of a young woman, nude except for her long blonde hair which covered her back to her waist; on her head was a rich hat; [she was] wrapped, so as to preserve propriety, in a cloth like a fluttering veil with Greek letters on it in many places, beautifully written in violet; and this ymage jetted hippocras from her breasts the entire duration of the supper. And near her, braced against the dresser, was another pillar, not as tall, but a little thicker, like a platform, on which was attached, by an iron chain, a very beautiful and entirely alive lion, as a sign to guard and defend the ymage; against his pillar was written on a charge in gold: Do not touch my lady’.

A (thank God) fake fire-breathing lion - the sculpture’s mouth is lined with brass-lined mouth, with paper teeth glued within. Camphor and a little cotton are put there, and lit just before it’s presented to the guests.

A ship - such as a miniature anchored carrack laden with various merchandise, with miniature figures of sailors to complete the picture.

Spice-carrying miniature figures of animals - these could be large elephants carrying castles, dromedaries with large baskets, unicorns, stags, etc. The animals would be bedecked with gold, silver and azure, their coverings decorated with gold thread and silk. Each of them carried the arms of a lord subject to, in one particular case, the Duke of Burgundy, with the name of the town or lordship. But really, any overlord fits.

Tableaux/mini-plays:

These are highly specific things, tailored to each occasion - whether, political, pious, marital or simply entertaining - so I’m going to describe particular instances that can be, however, easily dismembered into elements:

The entremet of the Holy Church was something presented by Philip the Good, Duke of Burgundy at his Feast of the Pheasant in 1454. It began with an armed giant in a long green silk robe with the turban on his head entering the room leading an elephant covered in silk. On the elephant’s back rode a lady wearing a white satin robe with a black coat and headdress (i.e. looking nun-like, but not quite). Addressing the noble company, the lady revealed that she was the Holy Church. As one does, she delivered a long complaint poem to those present, detailing her fallen state after the Turkish capture of Constantinople, and then asked for their aid. In the Ye Olde Photo Op, the Duke drew out a letter promising to aid his fellow Christians and had his herald read it aloud to the assembled guests. Having heard this assurance of aid, the Holy Church blessed him and was led out on her elephant. The evening culminated in the nobles offering immediate written vows to sign up for a crusade.

The wedding of Charles the Bold and Margaret of York involved a series of carefully staged entremets chock-full of symbolism, given the touchy political nature of their union:

First, a man dressed as leopard came into the room riding a ‘unicorn’ caparisoned in a cloth painted with the English royal arms. The leopard held an English banner in one paw and a daisy in the other. Charles’ maître d’hôtel took the flower and presented it to the groom, saying: “Most excellent, high and victorious prince, my awesome and sovereign lord, the proud and awesome leopard of England comes to visit the noble company; and for your consolation and the consolation of your allies, countries and subjects, makes you the present of a noble marguerite.”

The second entremet was, in turn, dedicated to Margaret. A giant ‘lion’ entered, his covering painted with the arms of Burgundy. Madame de Beaugrand, the dwarf of Margaret’s new stepdaughter Mary of Burgundy, rode upon it, accompanied by two noblemen. Madame de Beaugrand was dressed in a cloth-of-gold and violet version of a shepherdess’s garb and held a basket painted with the names of various virtues, a Burgundian banner, and a small dog on a leash. Then the ‘lion’ circled the room and sang a song welcoming the “beautiful shepherdess” who is “the source of hope, solace, strength, pride, peace, and safety for all the ruled lands.”

As a last note, possibly just to highlight the lavish and cosmopolitan nature of the court into which she has married, a highly realistic simulated camel saddled “in the Saracen manner” entered the room, with a man dressed in an Eastern fashion and two giant baskets on its back. He opened the baskets and took from them “birds strangely painted, as though they came from India,” and released them to fly around the room. They landed on various tables to the sounds of trumpets.

‘A marvellously large and beautiful stag entered the room, all white with large golden antlers, and covered in a rich covering of green and vermilion silk, as far as I could tell. A young boy twelve years old was mounted on the stag, dressed in a short robe of crimson velvet, wearing a little black slashed hat on his head, and shod in fine shoes. This child held on to the antlers of the stag with both hands. As he entered the room, he began on a song in a very high and clear voice, and the stag seemed to sing the tenor part, without there appearing to be any other person about save the child and artifice of the stag, and the song they sang was called ‘Je ne voy onques la pareille etc.’ [I have never seen her like].’ (Olivier de la Marche’s memoires, 1562).

‘A watchman on the tower made as if to carry out his watch, and recognising that the tents and pavilions represented towns that were friendly, called for a fanfare of trumpets, which was performed by four boars from the windows in the tower. Then four lifelike goats appeared at the same windows, playing a motet on sackbuts and shawms; followed by four wolves with flutes, then four donkeys singing a song in four parts. For the fifth and last entremets, the watchman asked for a ‘morisque’ dance to entertain the company. Seven lifelike monkeys emerged along a balcony rail from a door in the tower. They found a mercer asleep by his wares and proceeded to play with them. They danced a morisque; then the tables were cleared and the guests danced’. (Ibid.)

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ruby-white-rabbit · 4 years

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Where can I find the seven dwarves thing?

Red shoes and the seven dwarfs?

Unfortunately I am the wrong person to ask because my go to is Google. I found something that mentioned Amazon prime maybe? But otherwise if anyone knows a good source, let me know and ill definitely share it!

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::Return - Chapter 1

Metal clanged and screeched as the steel barrier attempted to open for the first time in several years, fighting against the heavy wear and tear. Plating cracked as the massive structure jerked and stuck; the mechanisms pulled against the deep dents on the iron walls and gave in with an ear-shattering crack. Scorched earth fell away from the outer edges, revealing the damaged and clanking mechanics of the battered base while the house inside filled with an angry red glow – the first natural light the residents had seen in eight years.

“What happened?”

A tall, slim blue hedgehog with glowing red eyes and long, white-striped quills pulled back into a low ponytail crossed from one side of the darkened basement lab to the other. The only light in the room came from the giant computer screen, one of the few that remained intact on the long wall of scratched and worn computer screens. A desk stretched across the wall underneath with two sets of keyboards: One built into the desk that had long since stopped working and another that had been salvaged and hooked up to replace the first. A bright red error flashed across the working screen, glinting off the silvery metallic right arm of the red-eyed hedgehog as he reached the two other figures that stood beside the desk.

He scanned the error screens and opened dialogue boxes across the monitor before his gaze returned to the other two, one of whom had moved to the keyboard to try and fix the problem. The smaller of the two, who barely reached the hip of the other, was a burgundy hedgehog with teal streaks down her spines and large, wild, purple and green eyes that looked up at him when he approached. The red echidna beside her not only dwarfed her in height, but the red-eyed hedgehog in build. His one good eye glowed green against the emergency reds of the computer while a simple black eyepatch covered the other. Two long, metal claws protruded from the back of his right hand, leaving several indents and scratches on the table as he fought the malfunctioning system, the keyboard fairing no better against the hook attached to the opposite hand. He gave a grunt of a reply and continued poring through the defense system’s error codes to find the answer the hedgehog was seeking.

With another set of footsteps on the stairs behind them, the echidna sighed in frustration and turned to the others to address the issue, “The shield is too damaged. The mechanisms can’t open it on their own anymore. We may have to force them open ourselves.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem, should it?” the blue hedgehog questioned, raising an eyebrow as he scanned the four bodies around the room, “I think between the three of us, we should be able to manage.”

“It’s not getting it open that’s going to be the problem,” the echidna sighed, “it’s getting it closed again afterwards. I’m going to have to see how bad the damage actually is, but if we break it further, we’ll be without any defenses.”

The approaching figure stepped into the light of the screens, revealing a yet taller, more humanoid figure with long, blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, and a sword hilt strapped to his back. Though his overall shape was more human than the others, his body was covered in thick red and white robotic armor, from his torso, to his arms, to his legs. On his head, he wore a sharp, though scuffed and dented, red and white helmet. He had several inches on the echidna, dwarfing the small girl beside them further.

“So how do we fix it?” his voice was sharp and curt, a trait the household had gotten used to over the years yet the anxiety was still plain as day.

“Manually, likely,” the echidna explained, grabbing a thick bag of tools near the stairs as the others followed after. The smallest of the four stayed behind to examine the computers, watching with silent apprehension. It had been the most activity the household had seen in a great many years. Once the other members quieted down and accepted the state of the ruined world, it grew quiet and mostly uneventful. She was correct so far about the base being safe and the iron shield holding up despite the destruction outside, though it clearly took a number of heavy hits that took their toll. Their supplies also held out, as she said they would. All in all, they were likely the safest and most well-prepared the world over for the destruction that came eight years ago. How lucky, for them, to know a time traveler.

But now it was finally time to open up again. The answer to their problem was near and they could hide no longer. They were as ecstatic as they were wary. They couldn’t run off after the source right away, they needed to track down another surviving group first, but at least her powers made them easier to find. Though, none of them were overly pleased at having to face the occupants of the other group, especially after so long. It would be no easy conversation, but it was a necessary step to saving the world.

First, though, they needed to be able to get out of their own protected base.

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It had been eight years since the Ancient Gods reawakened and wreaked havoc on the world. What started with roaming monsters across Soleanna, turned to drowned coastlines, ravaging fires, and craters the size of cities opening across the world. Chaos was the first to rise, consuming all seven of the Chaos Emeralds to destroy Station Square once more. Dark Gaia was next, flattening Spagonia with earthquakes for weeks before finally opening a hole to the middle of the earth and swallowing it whole. The final God, the most destructive of them all, was Solaris. Soleanna fell to the fires first, but the rest of the world wasn’t far behind. The fires consumed everything: the land, the seas, even the sky. The air grew hot and dry and day and night ceased to exist. Mobians and humans, alike, fought back however they could. G.U.N. organized. The Freedom Fighters rose once again. Sonic was everywhere and nowhere.

But none of it mattered.

G.U.N. fell.

The Freedom Fighters were reduced to scraps.

With the world in-between, the Gods clashed and Crisis City returned.

Several miles east of what was once Soleanna, in one of the last remaining safe zones, a group of survivor mobians were gathering in a panel room. A barely functioning computer console sat in the center of the room, blinking lazily with several broken screens, an exhausted, heavily bandaged fox stood above it, fighting against the damaged keys to bring up a map of the area. Around the edges of the room, several small groups stood about, tending to wounds, mumbling quietly to themselves, watching the computer in tired desperation, or simply resting and waiting. A white bat fought with a black and red hedgehog about bandaging a gash on his arm. A red echidna stood near the fox, bouncing from foot to foot with obvious irritation but remained silent to let him work. A pink hedgehog sat near the wall going through a medical supply box to take inventory with a purple chameleon, though their supplies were running thin.

The room was silent besides the heavy clacking of the console’s buttons, the echidna’s shoes against the concrete floor, and the quiet argument at the back of the room. Several pairs of ears turned towards the door, however, as a whirlwind of clanking and boisterous chatter filled the hallway outside. The heavy steel door slid back with a noisy clatter, revealing the banged up blue hedgehog with a forced grin and a bulky black and red robot following closely behind. The others quickly dropped what they were doing as the two appeared with sighs of relief and concern.

“Sonic! Thank goodness you’re back,” the fox sighed, jumping from the console to join his friend’s side. The robot crossed the room in silence to join the bat and black hedgehog.

“Told ya I would be, buddy,” Sonic grinned, though the usual levels of cocksure certainty had diminished over the years and even the hero hedgehog appeared tired and ready to fall apart, for those who looked close enough. He did his best to hide it, to remain optimistic as he’d always done, but it became increasingly difficult even for him as the world around them fell to ruin and nothing they did could stop it.

“Omega, sweety, we’re glad to see you back in one piece,” the bat smiled up at the towering robot, “how are things looking out there?”

“Outlook negative,” the bot responded, gaining him several wary looks from around the room, though they turned back to Sonic once they caught sight of the scowl on the black hedgehog’s face. He already looked ready to fight, no one wanted to push their luck today.

“It’s not as bad as all that,” Sonic reassured them, though quietly. He looked up towards the map that was projected on the wall-sized screen, “there are some… slightly less desecrated sections of land over here,” he explained, pointing south of their location, “the monsters are thinner but…” He trailed off and the echidna stepped up to nudge him on. “There’s a crater beside it about the size of a Gaia hole. It’s… possible it’s one of his retreats.”

Silence filled the room again until the black hedgehog finally stood and approached the console. “I’ve had about enough of this running and hiding. We ought to focus on one of these Gods to take out first and go through them one by one. If we take care of Chaos first, we can get the emeralds back. It’ll be easy from there,” he growled, his temper boiling as the others moved well out of his way on his path to the blue hedgehog.

“Shadow, we’ve talked about this,” Tails sighed, though was quickly interrupted.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but for once I’m agreeing with Shadow,” Knuckles huffed, though twisted his face up in displeasure afterwards, “I’m tired of this. We haven’t gotten anywhere with anything else, maybe it’s time we just take them head-on.”

“We tried that, remember? You nearly got snapped in half by Gaia, and Chaos almost drowned Sonic,” Tails huffed in annoyance.

“Yeah but…”

“C’mon, Tails, we could try again. Surely, they’ve gotta be getting tired, fighting each other this long. We tried when they first showed up, maybe if we tried again,” Sonic nearly pleaded, the desperation more prevalent with every word. Even he was at his wit’s end and wanted an answer. He’d always found an answer, no matter how dire the situation. The guilt of doing nothing to help for so long was becoming too much to bear.

Tails sighed again, but remained silent as he turned away from his friend’s pleading eyes. He didn’t know how to respond. It was dangerous and they still had so little information. Not to mention, they weren’t at their strongest anymore, either. Everyone was injured and exhausted, fighting every day to find the solution to the rampaging Gods, their only rewards being more injuries every time. But what else could they do? There didn’t seem to be an end in sight and they were getting nowhere. Maybe they should give it one last, good fight.

However, as the room silently debated what course of action was best, a notification popped up on the gadget around Tails’ wrist, informing him of a presence outside the base. He pulled the screen up to find out who, or what, it was, secretly grateful for the distraction, brief as it likely was. There were no other bases that had survived near them. They’d either been smoked out, buried, or destroyed, so the motion sensor was more than likely picking up another monster. However, once the camera feed cleared enough for him to make out what it was, his brows furrowed. It wasn’t monsters. It was three mobians, one of which looked to be a small child. He showed Sonic the video feed when he approached and even Sonic looked surprised to see living people again.

“I didn’t see anyone at all on my way back,” but he shook his head and jumped for the door, “let’s get them in here before any monsters show up!”

“Hold up,” Shadow growled, grabbing the speedster on his way out, “how do we know they’re safe to let in here? If you didn’t see them, where did they come from?”

“C’mon, Shads, this isn’t the time for suspicion.” Shadow scowled at the nickname, for likely the umpteenth time. “They’ve got a kid with them.” Sonic wriggled free and darted for the door, gone before anyone else could argue further. Shadow growled again and stiffened into a defensive posture, knowing Sonic would do as he pleased, as he always had. If the strangers tried to attack once inside, at least they wouldn’t get far. The room had no shortage of fighters available, it’d be three on eight and one of them was a child.

The others waited on bated breath for Sonic’s return, curious but wary about the strangers, for a variety of reasons. Their concern was anything but relieved as Sonic returned with a look of obvious discomfort, leading the three back to the console room. He said nothing, but his eyes darted back and forth between the group and the room, almost seeming to keep from ever turning his back fully to them. Tails gave him a questioning look, but turned his attention back to the three new arrivals.

The group was led by the small child he’d seen on the screen. Even for a young mobian, she was small and thin, with dark burgundy fur striped in teal, oddly similar in pattern to Shadow. She wore a short, tattered purple dress with scuffed up tennis shoes and her wild spines barely contained in pigtails. Despite her size, she looked strangely confident and calm and her enormous green and purple eyes blinked with an unreadable, deadpan stare. She briefly scanned the room as she entered, her expression hitched ever so slightly when her gaze fell over Shadow, but quickly moved on and returned to the calm stare.

But it wasn’t the strange girl that put the rest of the room on edge. It was her companions, one of which being the obvious source of discomfort for Sonic. The two ‘mobians’ that followed close behind the little girl entered, one after the other, both studying the room and others present in silence. The one closest to the little girl was a tall, fluffy red echidna with one glowing, green eye, the whites of his eyes a shiny black. He wore loose and torn black pants, tall black boots, a blank tank top, and a torn grey jacket. He remained closest to the small child, almost protectively so, and kept the sharpest eye on the others, though his gaze seemed to all but avoid Knuckles.

However, while the other two no one was entirely certain of their identity, the third ‘stranger’ was no stranger at all. The tall blue hedgehog with one metallic arm and bright red eyes was recognized immediately by everyone present and garnered exactly the defensive reactions that would be expected from Metal Sonic waltzing into the room. He acknowledged the recognition by grinning and crossing his arms, though remained equally silent. Sonic inched further away from the group while Tails watched them closely and Knuckles stared the other echidna down with heavy suspicion.

Shadow was the first to break the tense silence, “Metal Sonic, so you’ve survived this long.”

“Of course. You think even ancient gods can defeat me?” Metal grinned, which got a side-eyed glance from the small child.

“So why are you here, Metal?” Sonic challenged, though continued to keep his distance.

“Well, obviously to-,” though he was cut off shortly by the small child stepping forward and interrupting.

“We’re here to help,” she stated quickly, though her expression didn’t change much. The room fell to uncomfortable silence once more as attention moved to the tiny, apparently very brave little girl. She glanced around a moment, though avoided Shadow this time around, and turned back to Sonic and Tails, “well, perhaps ‘stop you from doing something stupid’ is a more accurate description.” Her dead stare turned dark as she centered on Sonic, “Do not fight the Gods. Not yet. You’ll lose and everyone involved will die.”

Sonic’s expression twisted to confusion, but before the conversation could go any further, realization struck Knuckles as he glared wildly over at the other echidna, “You’re Metal Knuckles, aren’t you?!”

Once again, attention was brought back to the robots as RK resisted his own smirk. “I am, though I’ll be honest, you’re one of only two people who have realized in a few hundred years.” Mumbles and whispers broke out around the room. The already on-edge mobians only further bristled at the realization that they let two of the most dangerous of Robotnik’s creations waltz into their safe zone. Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, and even Amy and Espio dropped what they were doing to go on the defensive. The only one who didn’t make further commotion, ironically, was Shadow, who only stared the three down.

The others debated what to do and how to respond, every suggestion from ‘two on eight’ to ‘maybe they aren’t here to fight’ echoed around the increasingly panicked meeting room. But once again, it was Shadow who finally broke the atmosphere as he turned to the small, sighing child that apparently led the two robots. “So, we’ve got Metal Sonic and Metal Knuckles, walking into the middle of our base, outnumbered and mostly unresponsive. I’m going to go out on a limb and say you’re no mere child, either. There’s trouble written all over your face and I suggest you come clean immediately.”

His threat silenced the others and drew attention from the small girl who had been otherwise avoiding eye contact with him. Sonic frowned at the insinuation and offered a small, “c’mon, Shadow, she’s just a kid…”

Shadow scowled at him, barely missing the brief distracted look on the girl’s face, before she shook her head rather quickly and spoke up again, “No, he’s right. I’m no child. In fact, I’d hazard a guess… you may even know me, Shadow.” Her voice remained calm, but there was a small hint of unease in her claim. The black hedgehog turned back to study her closely, though the sharp gaze of the notoriously violent being put RK on edge enough to inch closer to her, just in case. When Shadow said nothing, however, she smiled and explained, “you saved me from one of Gaia’s Nightmares before all this started. On the rooftop of my school. Remember?”

Shadow’s brows furrowed in confusion, giving a brief rest to his dangerous scowl, but the small girl only sighed and continued, “though, that was the last of many interactions we’ve had. Through many timelines. Solaris is active again and I thought, of anyone, you’d be the most likely to remember. Normally I wouldn’t put this so bluntly, I used to work more… subtly, but this is an emergency situation, we should get right to the point.” Without further explanation, the purple and green in the girl’s eyes swapped and the whites became a molten red as her quills shifted and rose, crystals consuming every inch of her fur as her muzzle greyed out.

Confusion and gasps filled the room and Shadow took an immediate step back. His eyes swam with vague memories rushing back, nearly splitting his head as he reached up to grab hold of it. Rouge moved beside him, casting the strange girl sideways glances. Finally, Shadow seemed to remember what she wanted as a name slipped through the tense air:

“Mephiles.”

The girl nodded and explained, “Thought so.” The crystals retracted, but the girl’s eyes remained the same, “We’ve never formally met, though, so let me introduce myself for the first time in several timelines. My name is Itara, I was originally created in one of Robotnik’s labs from a separated part of Mephiles’ power, put into the body of a mobian child. I was created just before you and Rouge stole that scepter, the day Mephiles was released. I wandered the world for two-hundred years in the original Crisis City timeline before he taught me to use my powers and I spent the next several timelines assisting him in releasing Iblis so they could become Solaris again. But my mobian vessel was also killed that day and my shard of power returned to him. After the battle, he gave me a body of my own again and I’ve been living, without my powers, without him, since.

“Also, now that you’re aware of my identity,” her deadpan stare finally broke into a scowl, “I didn’t much appreciate you laughing at me that day on the roof! That was the second time I tripped that day and I had half a mind to tell you how stupid you were for not knowing who I was!” Shadow narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but said nothing as her expression calmed again, “But I couldn’t. Because I didn’t even have my powers at the time. I wasn’t scared of the Nightmare, that day, I was worried that you would recognize me and I was relieved when you didn’t.”

Shadow scoffed and crossed his arms, but Tails spoke up first, “Wait, so you’re… part of Solaris?”

Itara nodded, “I’m sure you don’t believe me but,” she turned back to Shadow, “you remember me now, don’t you?”

“If what you say is true,” Shadow growled, having regained his composure much quicker than even she expected, “then destroying you will be a start to my plan, the easiest of the three.”

RK moved between them at the threat, though she showed no hint of concern, despite knowing better than most that Shadow wasn’t one for empty threats. “Destroying me would only give my tiny shard of his power back to him. It would, in fact, do the opposite of what you hope,” she explained. Admittedly, she knew her father gave her a body again for a reason and that he very much wanted her alive, but she wasn’t about to offer that information so freely.

“Why are you here, then?” Sonic questioned, stepping up to try and keep Shadow down.

“As I said, we’re here to help. You may not believe me right away, but I don’t want what my father wants anymore. I helped him once and died for it. I have no doubt he’ll do the same thing once the threats are dealt with,” she turned back to Shadow again and scowled, “which is why you can’t attack the Gods outright. You take one of them out of the equation, it’ll only make the other two worse. Their ongoing battle is the only thing keeping the timelines intact, we need their focus to remain on each other for the time being.”

“Why would we ever believe the likes of you?” Shadow hissed, despite Sonic’s attempts to make him back down. “You’re part of Mephiles, you helped him destroy the world once before, you walked in here with two of Robotnik’s most powerful robots.”

“And you nearly destroyed the world for Black Doom,” Itara countered, getting a moment of shocked silence from the group, “We’ve both got pasts we’re not overly fond of.”

“Also, I’ll have you know neither of us work for Robotnik any longer,” Metal Sonic snapped, “and neither is the tiny child working for that manipulative Sun God. We’re all on our own these days and as much as I loathe the lot of you, it’s going to require more power than the three of us have to defeat the Gods. Why else would I come and not immediately eradicate the faker?”

Sonic’s scowl returned while Shadow’s shifted into bitter consideration. Before anyone else had the opportunity to interject, Itara stepped out from behind RK and spoke up again, “Listen, let me explain in full,” her eyes returned to their normal colors and she motioned towards the map projected on the far wall, “Believe us or not, right now is a crucial point of the battle and if we don’t all move carefully, all really will be lost for good. Since Solaris’ return, I’ve had access to my powers again and I’ve been keeping an eye on the timelines. For the past eight years, it’s been an unwinnable battle, which is why we’ve been in lockdown in the meantime. But there’s a change. Something is happening, to the timelines, to the energy of the universe, itself. If I can find the source of that energy, I think it’ll lead me to the end of this battle. I can’t say for sure what it is yet, but something in the near future is going to upset the balance of Chaos Energy. I suspect, those closest to it like Shadow and Sonic, have already felt the effects.”

She glanced between the two and nodded in confirmation when they both avoided her gaze, then continued, “and like Sparky said, we don’t have enough power to find it on our own. Why else would we literally walk into the lion’s den like this? As strong as Sparky and RK are, it’d be eight on three and my powers are extremely limited and not meant for direct fights. As battered as you all are, it’d still be a losing battle if we started anything. We’re not here to fight, despite Sparky’s highest hopes,” she shot the blue bot a sideways glare, “we just want to help save the world. For once. It’s down to just us. So please… help me save the only family I’ve ever truly had.”

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fantasyandromancelover · 5 years

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Fairy Tale AU

Inspired by The Lunar Chronicles, Once Upon a Time, Ever After, The Company of Wolves, Red Riding Hood, Ella Enchanted, Into The Woods, Snow White A Tale of Terror, Snow White The Fairest of Them All, and Mirror Mirror. It takes place in a fairy tale world where the characters are based off of classic fairy tale characters.

Lucy - Cinderella: Was once a happy child who lived with her loving and wealthy parents Jude and Layla until a mysterious fire killed them and destroyed their home. Lucy was then taken in by her maternal aunt Minerva who is Queen of the Fiore however Minerva makes Lucy a slave and regularly loans her to work for other nobles. As the years pass Lucy grows up to be a lovely and hard-working girl who never loses hope. One day she discovers a magical key that releases her inprisoned fairy godmother Levy who aids her with her magic and informs her that she is destined to destroy the source of Minerva’s powers and restore the rightful heir to the throne. Lucy then journeys to find the heir and the one weapon that can destroy Minerva’s power. Joining her on her journey is Natsu the prince of Alvarez who she met at her aunt’s ball. She finds herself falling for him but is not sure if she’s good enough for him.

Juvia - Snow White: Daughter of King Hector and the late Queen Dianne, Stepdaughter to Queen Minerva, Princess of Fiore. Her mother died in childbirth and her father married Minerva when she was seven years old. Though spoiled by her father she was sweet and adored Minerva. Years later Juvia grows into a beautiful and sweet maiden who is declared “The Fairest of Them All.” Making her stepmother jealous, when she tries to have Juvia killed the girl runs away into the forest where she meets three dwarves: Gajeel, Elfman, and Romeo who agree to hide her from Minerva. While living in the forest she saves and falls in love with Gray a huntsman who unknown to her has been sent by Minerva to kill her. She is the rightful heir to the throne of Fiore and upon seeing how her people have suffered she vows to somehow stop Minerva.

Erza - Red Riding Hood: An orphan living with her grandmother in a village that’s plagued by blood thirsty werewolves who have the power to take the form of humans. As a child she witnesses a pack of werewolves slaughter her neighbors and seemingly kill her best friend Jellal. Heartbroken and vengeful after his death she vows to destroy all werewolves by killing their alpha. As an adult she is headstrong, determined, and extremely gorgeous, doning a scarlet red hood that protects her from werewolves as she sets out to kill the alpha wolf. When she finally meets the alpha she is horrified to discover that the alpha is in fact Jellal who was not killed the night of the attack but was actually transformed into the new alpha wolf.

Natsu - Prince Charming: the carefree, immature but noble hearted Prince of Alvarez, younger brother to the late King Zeref of Alvarez. He visits the kingdom of Fiore where Queen Minerva immediately plans to marry him and take over his kingdom. During a ball she holds he falls for a girl dressed in gold who disappears at midnight leaving behind only a shoe. He keeps the shoe with the intention of using it to find his mystery girl. When he meets Lucy who unknown to him is the girl he met at the ball, he joins her on her journey to find the weapon to destroy Minerva’s power and the heir to Fiore. During the journey he and Lucy grow close and he notices some familiar things about her. Despite his immaturity he is actual very serious about one day being king of Alvarez and is not sure if he’ll be as good a ruler as his brother was.

Gray - The Huntsman: He lives in the same village as Erza and protects it from werewolves gaining the reputation as the greatest huntsman in all of Fiore. Cold and bitter, he will hunt down and kill anything for the right amount of gold. When his reputation reaches Queen Minerva she offers him his weight in gold if he hunts down and kills her stepdaughter Juvia. Gray agrees but on attempt to kill her he injures himself badly but is saved and tended to by Juvia. At first he plans to kill her once he recovers until her beauty and kindness thaws his frozen heart causing him to become conflicted about weather or not he should hurt her.

Jellal - The Wolf: Erza’s childhood friend who as a boy was abducted by werewolves after they killed his family and marked him as the new alpha by the elderly one so he could die. When he reunites with Erza he reveals to her that the not all the werewolves are evil and that some cannot control themselves when they transform and that this is due to a curse that was cast upon them by Queen Minerva's mirror. Jellal is very much in love with Erza and tries to stay away from her for fear of hurting her but she is determined to free him from the curse no matter what.

Minerva - The Evil Queen: The beautiful but vain, selfish, and cruel queen of Fiore. Once she was a sweet girl who was extremely close with her faternal twin sister Layla but was greatly abused and neglected by her parents due to the fact that while Layla was born beautiful, Minerva was born hideous. Despite the fact that Layla loved and cared for Minerva, Minerva could not help but secretly envy her. As a woman she discovers a powerful, all knowing mirror that grants her wish to be “The Fairest of Them All.” Her lovely new appearance soon catches the eye of the grieving widowed King Hector and she becomes queen however she still envies Layla and the mirror corrupts her into becoming evil. So evil in fact that she murdered her sister and brother-in-law, inflicts the werewolf curse upon those who defy her, and enslaves her own niece Lucy just because of her resemblance to Layla. She soon becomes jealous of her stepdaughter Juvia and plots to kill her while also planning to marry Prince Natsu of Alvarez.

Gajeel - The Head Dwarf: The leader of the three dwarves. He is strong, rough, brooding, and really hates it when people bring up the fact that dwarves are short claiming that it’s just an insulting stereotype. Despite his rough act he posses a heart of gold and serves as a surrogate father to Juvia. Being very protective of her and suspicious of Gray when he shows up. He was once in love with a fairy named Levy and the two planned to run off together but on the night they were supposed to meet she never showed up. Leaving him to believe that she never loved him and that true love doesn’t exist.

Levy - The Fairy Godmother: A good fairy who was assigned to watch over and care for Lucy should anything happen to her parents. She had fallen in love with the dwarf Gajeel and after the death of Layla and Jude, the two made plans to marry and raise Lucy together but on the night they were to meet Minerva had her in prisoned leaving Gajeel heartbroken and Lucy to the mercy of her abusive aunt. Lucy frees Levy years later with her mother’s key and Levy aids Lucy with her magic such as making her the belle of the ball or showing her the way to the weapon that will defeat Minerva. All she really wants his to help Lucy and reunite with her true love Gajeel.

The mirror: An evil spirit trapped inside the looking glass which is all knowing and can grant desires but it corrupts whoever uses it with the intention of causing chaos and destruction. It corrupted Minerva by sowing the seeds of jealousy and hatred in her heart. Driving her to use dark magic to commit horrible acts of evil. The spirit gains it’s strength and power by feeding off of Minerva’s hatred, with the intent of taking over her body once all the goodness in her heart is gone. The spirit’s hold on their puppet along with the rest of it’s dark power can only be undone if the mirror is shattered by a secret weapon which is the only thing the spirit does not know of. The only thing the spirit knows about the weapon is that it’s cinder on the outside but golden on the inside.

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tehlaen · 6 years

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Survival (Pt. 1 of 5)

[tl;dr: Teh’laen and her sister Rai’laen, ages 12 and 17, struggle to keep each other safe and sane through the coup attempt that leaves them orphaned. Five parts: Part two, part three, part four, part five here.]

Teh’laen lay on her side, watching through her bedroom window as the fireworks turned night to day for a fraction of an instant, over and over again. The patterns and shapes and colors dazzled her, but it was the thunderclaps of the largest ones that took her breath away. The smaller, sharper cracks interspersed among the bass-line of wall-shaking thumps wove a frantic, erratic drumbeat, and the young Twi’lek smiled blissfully, imagining the rhythm of her own heartbeat was shifting tempo to sync with the pulse of the festival below.

Chasli’voth, the Va’shuvrk holiday, technically didn’t start ‘til midnight, but her clan was hardly a slave to time when there was an excuse to celebrate.

At eleven years old—at least for another couple of hours—Teh’laen was considered far too young to join in the all-night revelry. That didn’t stop her from appreciating the music and lights, though; she liked to pretend they were all a prelude to the birthday she shared with her older sister Rai’laen, which just happened to coincide with the clan’s most important holiday. (Technically, it was the date of Teh’laen’s adoption by the clan leaders as their own daughter, but Twi’leks didn’t tend to split hairs.)

Teh’laen glanced at the chrono on her bedside table, waiting expectantly. For as long as she could remember, Teh and Rai had made a tradition of waiting up til midnight, so that they could be the first to wish each other a happy birthday.

Rai had been seven when their parents brought the two-year-old Teh’laen into their family. For the first few years, her big sister had treated Teh as something between a pet and a living doll. As the younger sibling developed her own personality and interests, her willingness to go along with any of Rai’s ideas—no matter how ill-advised or humiliating—gave way to defiant independence, and unquestioning adoration turned to genuine (and mutual) affection and friendship.

The slapping of feet on tile in the courtyard outside her door startled the girl out of her reverie. Walking soundlessly was a point of pride for the mischievous sisters. Sneaking was for getting into trouble; running was for getting out.

The explosion outside her window dwarfed the thumps and cracks of the fireworks. The shockwave bounced Teh’laen out of bed. The ringing in her ears matched the ringing in her head as she cracked the side of her skull against the tiled floor. It took her a moment to get her bearings; she was dizzy, the room spun and it didn’t feel like her limbs were all where they should have been. A throbbing pain took up residence at the back of her skull, and she dully realized that she’d landed with her shoulder digging into one of her lekku.

The boom, the pains in her head—one throbbing, one stabbing—and the shock of… well… all of it was too much. Teh curled up onto her side, wrapping her lekku around her neck and shoulders protectively. Tears leaked from her eyes as she rubbed the ugly purple black bruise already marring her battered headtail. It was okay, though—Rai was coming, Rai would know what to do.

The bedroom door slammed open and her older sister barreled through. Rai’laen’s eyes widened and she pulled up short a fraction of a second before she would have tripped over Teh’laen.

“Teh? Are you okay?”

Teh’laen started to nod, putting on a brave face for Rai, then the dam broke and she shook her head almost frantically. “No. It hurts.”

Rai’s expression bordered on panic as she ran her hands over Teh, feeling for injuries. Green-skinned fingers gently pried red away from the bruised lekku. She winced at the pitiful whimper her probing elicited from Teh’laen, but sighed in relief and stroked her little sister’s lekku comfortingly. “It’s gonna be alright, Teh. I know it hurts, but we need to get up. Something’s happened.”

“What? What is it Rai?”

Eleven-year-old Teh’laen looked up through tears. She didn’t know enough, at that age, to realize her sister was holding something back and instead just took Rai’laen at face value when, after a long pause, she shook her head and replied, “I don’t know. But I need you to come with me, okay?”

The younger of the two nodded at the older and let Rai help her to her feet. She turned back toward her bed, and one foot was already in a slipper when Rai spoke. “Not those. Put on real shoes, Teh. But first…” She looked around, then her eyes fell on the laundry hamper in the corner of the room. Dirty clothes went flying as Rai bent over and dug through the hamper. A muffled “ah ha” preceded the pair of sturdy trousers she lofted to her sister. “Put those on.”

Still dazed and hurting, Teh didn’t question her big sister’s instructions. Nor did she question why the rectangle of her bedroom window was now leaning sharply to one side. She wriggled into the clothes Rai tossed her, then waited expectantly.

Rai glanced at her anxiously, then moved to the bedroom door. She peeked through the crack, then waved Teh’laen after her as she moved out into the hall.

The two snuck through a house thrown into chaos, chaos that Teh’laen couldn’t understand. She didn’t understand why people were shouting and running past, and she didn’t understand why, every time anyone came close, Rai grabbed Teh and the two of them hid until the coast was clear. She didn’t understand the booms—some far off and some very, very close by—or why they made the floor shudder and plaster fall from the ceiling. And she didn’t understand why, every time she tried to ask Rai what was going on, a hand clapped across her mouth. Until they turned the corner.

The long corridor that led to their parents’ bedroom was a gaping void some ten meters across. The door to Mama and Papa’s rooms hung from one hinge and beyond it, darkness. The exterior wall, the hallway, and large chunks of the two floors below rested in a mound of debris a hundred meters straight down.

Teh’laen edged closer, ignoring Rai’s insistent tugging on her arm. She peered through the shattered wall.

Once, a couple of years before, there had been an accident on the far edge of the town. Her father had gone with his advisers to assess the damage and direct the relief efforts, and for whatever reason he had brought Teh’laen and Rai’laen with him. Teh didn’t recall what had happened—she was nine at the time, after all—but she remembered not seeing what all the fuss was about. Not until they’d gone up in one of the skyhoppers and seen the damage from above. The crater at the center, she hadn’t understood. But the devastation beyond, moving out in rings like ripples in a pond, that had stuck with her: the houses nearby, knocked flat by the shockwave; the big, multistory buildings that looked fine from one angle until you came around the side and then they looked like a mountain-sized monster had taken a bite out of it; the dull orange glow as fires smoldered in the rubble, then the bright yellow and red flares shooting into the sky when the flames reached some new fuel source.

The scene below her in the present was eerily similar to the snapshot in her memory. A ruddy orange haze blanketed entire blocks of the town below. The sudden, sharp bursts of light weren’t as colorful as the celebratory fireworks from earlier, but were just more harsh reds and yellows. There were other colors, too: blues and reds and greens, that sped horizontally, parallel to the ground, instead of shooting up into the air. And one end of the villa… Teh’laen swallowed hard. One end of the villa was simply gone. The militia barracks and the plateau on which it stood were reduced to a tremendous mound of shattered rock and twisted metal at the foot of the cliff.

Teh’laen didn’t understand, not really, but she was starting to get an idea.

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hnc02 · 3 years

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INTERTEXTUALITY AS A TECHNIQUE OF DRAMA

I. Think: Look at the word intertextuality. Break it into smaller words and think about their meanings.

inter- (a prefix meaning ‘to cross boundaries’)

text (a piece of writing or other visible communication)

-uality (a suffix to describe a state of being)

II. Reflect and share: Intertextuality involves looking at the sources and influences of texts to identify the origin of certain features. Most texts would simply not be the same if certain works had not been written before them.

a. Think of a text you have read or viewed that could not have existed without a particular text that came before it.

I have watched and read some literatures/movies that involves intertextuality and at first I thought it was plagiarism since it includes characters from another literature but when I learned about the concept of intertextuality, I am now enlightened. Example of this is the movie “Shrek” from part 1 to 4. If you’ve watched the movie, the concept is something about fairy tales and many characters from fairy tale stories are involved like Puss in Boots, Snow White, Cinderella, Ginger Bread Man, Pinocchio, Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, 3 Blind Mice, etc. And for me, if those extra fairy tale characters’ stories haven’t been written, the “Shrek” that we know and enjoyed could not have existed.

b. Look at the images below then compare and contrast them. Which texts or people are being referred to in each one?

I have watched both movies and both are enjoyable and exciting. As we can see, Snow White on the second picture is the original and Snow White became the reference or inspiration of Red Shoes and the 7 Dwarfs on the first picture. The concepts have quite similarities since both of the movies have dwarves involved and one lady but the main idea is not the same since the plot of each movies are different. If Snow White’s story was not written in the first place, I think the concept of Red Shoes couldn’t have existed too and maybe settled with a different idea.

III. Analysis: Read and analyze the given literary text. Apply all different convention of the types of intertextuality to accomplish the tasks. Distinguish how the meaning of the literary pieces varies with form, context, and interpretation. You must interpret them comprehensively in one paragraph consisting of maximum of seven sentences. You will be graded according to the given criteria.

1. Interpret the poems titled “A passionate shepherd to his love” and “The nymph reply to the shepherd”. Use the conventions of the obligatory intertextuality to complete the task.

As we read the poems above, we noticed that the two poems are related through their title and their contents. If we apply the conventions of the obligatory intertextuality, we must need to understand the first poem which is the “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” first before we create our own interpretation and create another work from it. The first poem interprets the feelings and love of the shepherd to the “nymph” in the second poem. The contents of the first poem describes what they could be if the nymph would accept his love and live with him. The second poem interprets the nymph replying to the first poem which gives the idea of answering the shepherd’s message to her and the contents also is quite similar to the first poem but the difference is the second poem is the acceptance of the shepherd’s love for the nymph. Going back to the obligatory intertextuality, the second will not be getting its whole idea without fully understanding and relating with the first poem that is why obligatory intertextuality is perfectly applied in the second poem which interconnects with the first poem.

2. According to William Shakespeare’s Seven Ages of man, men go through seven stages in their lives. In connection to the optional intertextuality compare and contrast the poem written by William Shakespeare titled “The Seven Ages of man” to the bible’s seven day of creation. Analyze the different events occur in both literary texts.

Applying the optional intertextuality, the poem by William Shakespeare and the bible’s Seven Day of Creation have connection through the concept and idea of stating some different stages of something/someone. As we read the bible’s Seven Day of Creation, it tells the story of how the universe was made by God in different stages within 7 days similar to the concept of William Shakespeare’s poem which tells the 7 different stages of a man. If applied the optional intertextuality, it seems like William Shakespeare gave honor to the bible’s idea by making reference to his poem from the idea of the seven day creation but used “man” as the main topic instead. Both are amazingly executed and told because both appreciates and acknowledges life and that is interesting.

3. Miss Saigon and Les Miserable are both splendid work of art. Therefore with the use of the ideas of accidental intertextuality, you are task to analyze and compare and contrast the contents of both literary pieces.

Miss Saigon and Les Miserable, both a legendary and iconic work, their contents both have struggles and main goal to fight for. Both works are a masterpiece and shares the same plot genre which is tragedy. Comparing them, the plot of Les Miserable is quite slow in pace and longer than Miss Saigon but the plots have some slight interconnection. The musical parts of the works are great because both have the same composers. Miss Saigon has fair and simple plotline and has several iconic characters while the Les Miserable consists of many characters. Both works are enjoyable and interesting to watch, however Miss Saigon is considered by fans/audiences to be more relatable than Les Miserable because of the number of deaths happened in Les Miserable. Miss Saigon and Les Miserable is not really about the Vietnam War and French Revolution but the settings is just based in that era, both have different run of the story and both have different goals. It is just, when we apply the convention of ideas or the accidental intertextuality, both of the works kind of relate and interconnects with each other.

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Red Shoes And The Seven Dwarfs

Princes who have been turned into Dwarfs seek the red shoes of a lady in order to break the spell, although it will not be easy. A parody with a twist.

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tearsdrownedyou · 7 years

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Edited highlights from “The Forsaken”

Here’s a round-up of text from Aeron’s sample chapter in TWOW, demonstrating how Euron humiliates and degrades his enemies before killing them. Gotta warn ya, there’s nothing nice below the cut.

The mutes had robbed him of his robe and shoes and breechclout. He wore hair and chains and scabs. Saltwater sloshed about his legs whenever the tide came in, rising as high as his genitals only to ebb again when the tide receded.

This is a mockery of a private ritual Aeron keeps as a priest; he’d get naked and walk out into the tide, he’d stay out there a while and think, and then he’d come back to shore.

“Drink with me. Your king commands it.”

Euron grabbed a handful of the priest’s tangled black hair, pulled his head back, and lifted the wine cup to his lips. But what flowed into his mouth was not wine. It was thick and viscous, with a taste that seemed to change with every swallow. Now bitter, now sour, now sweet. When Aeron tried to spit it out, his brother tightened his grip and forced more down his throat. “That’s it, priest. Gulp it down. The wine of the warlocks, sweeter than your seawater, with more truth in it than all the gods of earth.”

Aeron is a recovering alcoholic, and so forcing a cup of liquor down his throat is a violation unto itself. Even worse when it’s shade of the evening.

Aeron hawked and spat. The spittle struck his brother’s cheek and hung there, blue-black, glistening. Euron flicked it off his face with a forefinger, then licked the finger clean. “Your god will come for you tonight. Some god, at least.”

And when the Damphair slept, sagging in his chains, he heard the creak of a rusted hinge.

“Urri!” he cried. There is no hinge here, no door, no Urri. His brother Urrigon was long dead, yet there he stood. One arm was black and swollen, stinking with maggots, but he was still Urri, still a boy, no older than the day he died.

“You know what waits below the sea, brother?”

“The Drowned God,” Aeron said, “the watery halls.”

Urri shook his head. “Worms... worms await you, Aeron.”

When he laughed, his face sloughed off, and the priest saw that it was not Urri but Euron, the smiling eye hidden. He showed the world his blood eye now, dark and terrible. Clad head to heel in scale as dark as onyx, he sat upon a mound of blackened skulls as dwarfs capered around his feet and a forest burned behind him.

“The bleeding star bespoke the end,” he said to Aeron. “These are the last days, when the world shall be broken and remade. A new god shall be born from the graves and charnel pits.”

Then Euron lifted a great horn to his lips and blew, and dragons and krakens and sphinxes came at his command and bowed before him. “Kneel, brother,” the Crow’s Eye commanded. “I am your king, I am your god. Worship me, and I will raise you up to be my priest.”

“Never. No godless man may sit the Seastone Chair!”

“Why would I want that hard black rock? Brother, look again and see where I am seated.”

Aeron Damphair looked. The mound of skulls was gone. Now it was metal underneath the Crow’s Eye: a great, tall, twisted seat of razor sharp iron, barbs and blades and broken swords, all dripping blood.

Impaled upon the longer spikes were the bodies of the gods. The Maiden was there and the Father and the Mother, the Warrior and Crone and Smith...even the Stranger. They hung side by side with all manner of queer foreign gods: the Great Shepherd and the Black Goat, three-headed Trios and the Pale Child Bakkalon, the Lord of Light and the butterfly god of Naath.

And there, swollen and green, half-devoured by crabs, the Drowned God festered with the rest, seawater still dripping from his hair.

Then Euron Crow’s Eye laughed again, and the priest woke screaming in the bowels of Silence, as piss ran down his leg. It was only a dream, a vision borne of foul black wine...

Euron is using Aeron’s religious fervor to torture him. Also, the memory of their deceased brother Urri. These things are usually a source of comfort to Aeron, and Euron is putting them to work in a system of terror.

Aeron isn’t alone in the Theater of Degradation, either. Lots more clergy to join him!

It was in the second dungeon that the other holy men began to appear to share his torments. Three wore the robes of septons of the green lands, and one the red raiment of a priest of R’hllor. The last was hardly recognizable as a man. Both his hands had been burned down to the bone, and his face was a charred and blackened horror where two blind eyes moved sightlessly above the cracked cheeks dripping pus. He was dead within hours of being shackled to the wall, but the mutes left his body there to ripen for three days afterwards.

Last were two warlocks of the east, with flesh as white as mushrooms, and lips the purplish-blue of a bad bruise, all so gaunt and starved that only skin and bones remained. One had lost his legs. The mutes hung him from a rafter. “Pree,” he cried as he swung back and forth. “Pree, Pree.”

Most of the next passage I’ve quoted before on this blog, but it’s relevant here as well:

Euron produced a carved stone bottle and a wine cup. “You have a thirsty look about you,” he said as he poured. “You need a drink; a taste of evening’s shade.”

“No.” Aeron turned his face away. “No, I said.”

“And I said yes.” Euron pulled his head back by the hair and forced the vile liquor into his mouth again. Though Aeron clamped his mouth shut, twisting his head from side to side he fought as best he could, but in the end he had to choke or swallow.

The dreams were even worse the second time. He saw the longships of the Ironborn adrift and burning on a boiling blood-red sea. He saw his brother on the Iron Throne again, but Euron was no longer human. He seemed more squid than man, a monster fathered by a kraken of the deep, his face a mass of writhing tentacles. Beside him stood a shadow in woman’s form, long and tall and terrible, her hands alive with pale white fire. Dwarves capered for their amusement, male and female, naked and misshapen, locked in carnal embrace, biting and tearing at each other as Euron and his mate laughed and laughed and laughed...

Aeron dreamed of drowning, too. Not of the bliss that would surely follow down in the Drowned God’s watery halls, but of the terror that even the faithful feel as the water fills their mouth and nose and lungs, and they cannot draw a breath. Three times the Damphair woke, and three times it proved no true waking, but only another chapter in a dream.

It’s not gonna get better any time soon.

One septon made a frightened noise as the mute undid his chains, a half-choked sound that might have been some attempt at speech. The legless warlock stared down at the black water, his lips moving silently in prayer. When the mute came for Aeron, he tried to struggle, but the strength had gone from his limbs, and one blow was all it took to quiet him. His wrist was unshackled, then the other. Free, he told himself. I’m free.

But when he tried to take a step, his weakened legs folded under him. Not one of the prisoners was fit enough to walk. In the end, the mutes had to summon more of their kind. Two of them grasped by Aeron by the arms and dragged him up a spiral stair. His feet banged off the steps as they ascended, sending stabbing pains up his leg. He bit his lips to keep from crying out. The priest could hear the warlocks just behind him. The septons brought up the rear, sobbing and gasping. With every turn of the stair, the steps grew brighter, until finally a window appeared in the lefthand wall. It was only a slit in the stone, a bare hand’s breadth across, but that was wide enough to admit a shaft of sunlight.

So golden, the Damphair thought, so beautiful.

When they pulled him up the steps through the light, he felt its warmth upon his face, and tears rolled down his cheeks. The sea. I can smell the sea. The Drowned God has not abandoned me. The sea will make me whole again! That which is dead can never die, but rises again harder and stronger...

“Take me to the water,” he commanded, as if he were still back on the Iron Islands surrounded by his drowned men, but the mutes were his brother’s creatures and they paid him no heed.

They dragged him up more steps, down a torchlit gallery, and into a bleak stone hall where a dozen bodies were hanging from the rafters, turning and swaying. A dozen of Euron’s captains were gathered in the hall, drinking wine beneath the corpses. Left-Hand Lucas Codd sat in the place of honor, wearing a heavy silken tapestry as a cloak. Beside him was the Red Oarsman, and further down Pinchface Jon Myre, Stonehand, and Rogin Salt-Beard.

He thinks the sea will make him feel all better. Oh, dear. He likes to drink seawater. Not enough to put him in any real danger, but he takes comfort in the taste of salt.

And so, Aeron Damphair returned to the salt sea. A dozen longships were drawn up at the wharf below the castle, and twice as many beached along the strand. Familiar banners streamed from their masts: the Greyjoy kraken, the bloody moon of Wynch, the warhorn of the Goodbrothers. But from their sterns flew a flag the priest had never seen before: a red eye with a black pupil beneath an iron crown supported by two crows.

Beyond them, a host of merchant ships floated on a tranquil, turquoise sea. Cogs, carracks, fishing boats, even a great cog, a swollen sow of a ship as big as the Leviathan. Prizes of war, the Damphair knew.

Euron Crow’s Eye stood upon the deck of Silence, clad in a suit of black scale armor like nothing Aeron had ever seen before. Dark as smoke it was, but Euron wore it as easily as if it was the thinnest silk. The scales were edged in red gold, and gleamed and shimmered when they moved. Patterns could be seen within the metal, whorls and glyphs and arcane symbols folded into the steel.

Valyrian steel, the Damphair knew. His armor is Valyrian steel. In all the Seven Kingdoms, no man owned a suit of Valyrian steel. Such things had been known 400 years ago, in the days before the Doom, but even then, they would’ve cost a kingdom.

Euron did not lie. He has been to Valyria. No wonder he was mad.

“Your Grace,” said Torwold Browntooth. “I have the priests. What do you want done with them?”

“Bind them to the prows,” Euron commanded. “My brother on the Silence. Take one for yourself. Let them dice for the others, one to a ship. Let them feel the spray, the kiss of the Drowned God, wet and salty.”

This time, the mutes did not drag him below. Instead, they lashed him to the prow of the Silence beside her figurehead, a naked maiden slim and strong with outstretched arms and windblown hair...but no mouth below her nose.

They bound Aeron Damphair tight with strips of leather that would shrink when wet, clad only in his beard and breechclout. The Crow’s Eye spoke a command; a black sail was raised, lines were cast off, and the Silence backed away from shore to the slow beat of the oarmaster’s drum, her oars rising and dipping and rising again, churning the water. Above them, the castle was burning, flames licking from the open windows.

When they were well out to sea, Euron returned to him. “Brother,” he said, “you look forlorn. I have a gift for you.” He beckoned, and two of his bastard sons dragged the woman forward and bound her to the prow on the other side of the figurehead. Naked as the mouthless maiden, her smooth belly just beginning to swell with the child she was carrying, her cheeks red with tears, she did not struggle as the boys tightened her bonds. Her hair hung down in front of her face, but Aeron knew her all the same.

“Falia Flowers,” he called. “Have courage, girl! All this will be over soon, and we will feast together in the Drowned God’s watery halls.”

The girl raised up her head, but made no answer. She has no tongue to answer with, Damphair knew. He licked his lips, and tasted salt.

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