3 Dead Princes: An Anarchist Fairy Tale Read Online Free
Author: Danbert Nobacon
me.”
In waking life, if had Stormy been able to remember these fine details of this dream, she would have first thought that if Proton was King of all the mountains, then why didn’t he get up off his cat ass and go and find the sunshine himself? And if she had to do it, then she would have despaired at the enormity of the task. However, in dreamtime logic it all seemed relatively straightforward and clear.
She knew the highest mountains in the world lay to the north and the east of Morainia, and the highest mountain was self-evidently one of those. All she had to do was cross hundreds of miles of unexplored wilderness, climb mountains that were previously impenetrable to humankind, and then she could map the position of the sun by the Mightor’s arse, harness its energy, bring it back to Proton, and in so doing be reunited with her dad.
And just as she felt the restorative resolution of having a clear plan, the cat and the cave dissolved. The morning sun shone, and Stormy did not remember anything about her quest for sunshine.
Instead she found herself on the shore of an ocean.
On a rock, a stone’s throw from the shore, sat a creature with her back to Stormy. From folk tales she knew the creature to be a Mermangel. The Mermangel seemed oblivious to Stormy, and was busy preening herself. A flutter of her wings, a swish of her tail as she combed her wet blonde locks.
And then the Mermangel stopped what she was doing and began to turn her head. For a half moment Stormy was petrified, thinking the Mermangel would have the hideous look of a devil-beast. But she had a woman’s face. On closer inspection Stormy realized that the Mermangel was her own stepmother, Gwynmerelda.
“Hello darling,” said the Gwynmerangel. It seemed to Stormy like the most natural thing in the world that she would be talking to her stepmother Mermangel, in a place she had never been, while inhaling the unmistakable smell of the ocean.
“I was just coming to say goodbye,” said Stormy.
“Darling child,” said Gwynmerangel. “I know I cannot stop you, but I wish you would know before you go careening off all over the place, that it will most definitely end in tears.”
Then Stormy woke up just as the real sun was beginning to cast its warming rays through the gaps in the shutters of her real bedroom, making patterns of horizontal lines across the drapes. She pulled the curtains open with a swish, and the lingering fragments of her mad dreams disappeared.
Chapter 4
THE WILSONS AND THE GODLOVES
W ance upon a time there was a beautiful princess, named Alexandra Stormybald Wilson. Stormy lived in a sort-of-castle on Bald Mountain, with her father the King Walterbald Wilson the Second, and her sort-of-ugly, sort-of-but-maybe-not-evil stepmother, Queen Gwynmerelda. Bald Mountain Castle was in the territory of Morainia, which was a small and fairly isolated part of a much larger and much unexplored world.
Had Walterbald been writing the story, he would have begun it with the words Wance upon a World , for Time, as you and I know it, had not yet been invented in Morainia. And if we begin to dig, as we shall inevitably have to do as we accompany a thirteen-year-old princess suddenly let loose, then we shall discover that there was something about this world that was not at all right. King Walterbald knew something of this, and that was why he was going on his expedition: to find out more.
For Walterbald, in his quest for knowledge, had become aware in recent summers that there were certain ideas people knew and took for granted, which had always seemed to fit with the lore of this fairy tale world, but which increasingly, to a logically enquiring mind like his own, were all out of whack.
The house on Bald Mountain was a sort-of-castle, because while it was certainly spacious by contemporary standards (it had to accommodate various members of the King and Queen’s extended
In waking life, if had Stormy been able to remember these fine details of this dream, she would have first thought that if Proton was King of all the mountains, then why didn’t he get up off his cat ass and go and find the sunshine himself? And if she had to do it, then she would have despaired at the enormity of the task. However, in dreamtime logic it all seemed relatively straightforward and clear.
She knew the highest mountains in the world lay to the north and the east of Morainia, and the highest mountain was self-evidently one of those. All she had to do was cross hundreds of miles of unexplored wilderness, climb mountains that were previously impenetrable to humankind, and then she could map the position of the sun by the Mightor’s arse, harness its energy, bring it back to Proton, and in so doing be reunited with her dad.
And just as she felt the restorative resolution of having a clear plan, the cat and the cave dissolved. The morning sun shone, and Stormy did not remember anything about her quest for sunshine.
Instead she found herself on the shore of an ocean.
On a rock, a stone’s throw from the shore, sat a creature with her back to Stormy. From folk tales she knew the creature to be a Mermangel. The Mermangel seemed oblivious to Stormy, and was busy preening herself. A flutter of her wings, a swish of her tail as she combed her wet blonde locks.
And then the Mermangel stopped what she was doing and began to turn her head. For a half moment Stormy was petrified, thinking the Mermangel would have the hideous look of a devil-beast. But she had a woman’s face. On closer inspection Stormy realized that the Mermangel was her own stepmother, Gwynmerelda.
“Hello darling,” said the Gwynmerangel. It seemed to Stormy like the most natural thing in the world that she would be talking to her stepmother Mermangel, in a place she had never been, while inhaling the unmistakable smell of the ocean.
“I was just coming to say goodbye,” said Stormy.
“Darling child,” said Gwynmerangel. “I know I cannot stop you, but I wish you would know before you go careening off all over the place, that it will most definitely end in tears.”
Then Stormy woke up just as the real sun was beginning to cast its warming rays through the gaps in the shutters of her real bedroom, making patterns of horizontal lines across the drapes. She pulled the curtains open with a swish, and the lingering fragments of her mad dreams disappeared.
Chapter 4
THE WILSONS AND THE GODLOVES
W ance upon a time there was a beautiful princess, named Alexandra Stormybald Wilson. Stormy lived in a sort-of-castle on Bald Mountain, with her father the King Walterbald Wilson the Second, and her sort-of-ugly, sort-of-but-maybe-not-evil stepmother, Queen Gwynmerelda. Bald Mountain Castle was in the territory of Morainia, which was a small and fairly isolated part of a much larger and much unexplored world.
Had Walterbald been writing the story, he would have begun it with the words Wance upon a World , for Time, as you and I know it, had not yet been invented in Morainia. And if we begin to dig, as we shall inevitably have to do as we accompany a thirteen-year-old princess suddenly let loose, then we shall discover that there was something about this world that was not at all right. King Walterbald knew something of this, and that was why he was going on his expedition: to find out more.
For Walterbald, in his quest for knowledge, had become aware in recent summers that there were certain ideas people knew and took for granted, which had always seemed to fit with the lore of this fairy tale world, but which increasingly, to a logically enquiring mind like his own, were all out of whack.
The house on Bald Mountain was a sort-of-castle, because while it was certainly spacious by contemporary standards (it had to accommodate various members of the King and Queen’s extended
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