Fairytale chosen Read Online Free Page A
Author: Maya Shepherd
choice in advance by fleeing. He looked behind him and his eyes met those of his faithful friend Amphion. He nodded to confirm Lean, that he was ready for the grand finale.
"I am Prince Lean, future king of Chóraleio and that's my choice," he shouted. At that moment, a huge, golden dragon in the air was shot behind the podium. The people were amazed and hunched up. The dragon circled over the sky. The sun was reflected in its golden scales. But when he breathed fire, it was raining no ash, but fine gold dust. He poured it down on the hair, the faces and the shoulders of men. Surprised, she fumbled away and could hardly get enough of the gloss. Amphion steered the dragon in the background. He was magician and this was one of his easiest tricks. With a hand flipping the dragon exploded high in the sky and red rose petals were dancing on the floor. Lean looked from the podium down at a sea of red and gold.
Heera escorting with Medea a path through the crowds. Even though they had left before dawn, they had not managed to reach the city for the opening speech. It had been a long march, which had led them for a while through the woods and then over the swift highways. Heera’s fingers were ice cold and her face glowed safely in an unsightly red. For Medea, however, cold seems to have become powerless. Her skin reminded of fresh snow: pure and without flaws. Through her light skin red lips were emphasized and black hair framed her face. In the dark forest she was afraid and was clutching Heera’s arm, but now in the town she flourished. She squared her shoulders and lifted her head up with interest. The people have already turned to her. Although Medea's dress was poor and her shoes had holes, no one could overlook her. Other candidates wore colorful headdresses of feathers, sparkling stones or glittering threads. Their clothes were widely exhibited and made from rich fabrics. The bodice were firmly laced and emphasized the slender waists and the lush necklines.
For Heera her younger sister was the most beautiful of all, but it also looked like MEDEA is ensured. Enviously she looked at the shiny jewellery or fancy hairstyles. Then she looked down at herself. Her dress was made of simple blue wool and even that they can hardly afford. Heera squeezed encouragingly the hand of her younger sister. "Don't worry, no one is as beautiful as you."
Medea smiled at Heera gratefully. "You have to say you're my sister."
"But I also have eyes in my head. All revolve around after you. You did not need to dress up. You are also the most beautiful one over here. "
" The prince will not even notice me," she sighed sadly. "Everything sparkles and glistens and I'm so insignificant as a gray mouse."
""At the latest, if you start to sing, he can no longer ignore you,” Heera spoke to her to encourage.
At last they reached the end of the line and joined on. The whole courtyard was full of people and the first applicants were already on stage to introduce themselves to the royal family. It would be late in the afternoon until the sisters come to the series. As soon as the prince chooses Medea, she should live in a room in the castle like all others who were chosen. Heera would return alone in the evening about her way back home. To her, it seemed impossible that Medea would not be chosen. But Heera also decided that she would be ignored by him. Although she was wearing a brown dress and the mother had her hair braided into a braid, she was still not pleasing to the eyes of anyone, the prince would not even be turning to look at her. She was the gray mouse! When she managed to keep her mouth shut, no one would ever remember she had been here. Already, the townsfolk did not know who she was, even though she had already been with many of them driving trade. Everyone knew her in the pants of her Father, and with a cap pulled down over her face. A girl was not expected in this dress. Presumably, she was considered as a friend of the pretty
"I am Prince Lean, future king of Chóraleio and that's my choice," he shouted. At that moment, a huge, golden dragon in the air was shot behind the podium. The people were amazed and hunched up. The dragon circled over the sky. The sun was reflected in its golden scales. But when he breathed fire, it was raining no ash, but fine gold dust. He poured it down on the hair, the faces and the shoulders of men. Surprised, she fumbled away and could hardly get enough of the gloss. Amphion steered the dragon in the background. He was magician and this was one of his easiest tricks. With a hand flipping the dragon exploded high in the sky and red rose petals were dancing on the floor. Lean looked from the podium down at a sea of red and gold.
Heera escorting with Medea a path through the crowds. Even though they had left before dawn, they had not managed to reach the city for the opening speech. It had been a long march, which had led them for a while through the woods and then over the swift highways. Heera’s fingers were ice cold and her face glowed safely in an unsightly red. For Medea, however, cold seems to have become powerless. Her skin reminded of fresh snow: pure and without flaws. Through her light skin red lips were emphasized and black hair framed her face. In the dark forest she was afraid and was clutching Heera’s arm, but now in the town she flourished. She squared her shoulders and lifted her head up with interest. The people have already turned to her. Although Medea's dress was poor and her shoes had holes, no one could overlook her. Other candidates wore colorful headdresses of feathers, sparkling stones or glittering threads. Their clothes were widely exhibited and made from rich fabrics. The bodice were firmly laced and emphasized the slender waists and the lush necklines.
For Heera her younger sister was the most beautiful of all, but it also looked like MEDEA is ensured. Enviously she looked at the shiny jewellery or fancy hairstyles. Then she looked down at herself. Her dress was made of simple blue wool and even that they can hardly afford. Heera squeezed encouragingly the hand of her younger sister. "Don't worry, no one is as beautiful as you."
Medea smiled at Heera gratefully. "You have to say you're my sister."
"But I also have eyes in my head. All revolve around after you. You did not need to dress up. You are also the most beautiful one over here. "
" The prince will not even notice me," she sighed sadly. "Everything sparkles and glistens and I'm so insignificant as a gray mouse."
""At the latest, if you start to sing, he can no longer ignore you,” Heera spoke to her to encourage.
At last they reached the end of the line and joined on. The whole courtyard was full of people and the first applicants were already on stage to introduce themselves to the royal family. It would be late in the afternoon until the sisters come to the series. As soon as the prince chooses Medea, she should live in a room in the castle like all others who were chosen. Heera would return alone in the evening about her way back home. To her, it seemed impossible that Medea would not be chosen. But Heera also decided that she would be ignored by him. Although she was wearing a brown dress and the mother had her hair braided into a braid, she was still not pleasing to the eyes of anyone, the prince would not even be turning to look at her. She was the gray mouse! When she managed to keep her mouth shut, no one would ever remember she had been here. Already, the townsfolk did not know who she was, even though she had already been with many of them driving trade. Everyone knew her in the pants of her Father, and with a cap pulled down over her face. A girl was not expected in this dress. Presumably, she was considered as a friend of the pretty