Alright this is a story I wrote for a friend of mine and I though I'd share it with all of you. tell me what you think.
Fairytale No. One
In the Beginning...
Now Many stories start with,
Once upon a time...
Or the ever popular,
Long long ago in a land far far away....
I Promise you dear reader I will start this story with neither. This story starts with-
a fall out of bed,
a yelp,
and a horrible pink dress.
Now please sit back and prepare yourself
for the most daring tale of adventure ever
to spring from the mind of humanity.
8:30-9:30 am
He was coming! Kalista felt her heart thrill within her. Her prince was ridding along the drawbridge to save her from the dragon. She craned out her tower window as far as she dared and watched him. His long golden hair streamed behind him at his speed, his blue eyes flashing in his tanned face. Kalista knew his eyes were blue even though his face was covered by his helmet. His armor shone with the brilliance of a thousand suns. His red cloak flapped in a most masculine way as he pulled his sword and spurred his horse forward toward the dragon. The beast awakened from its foul sleep by the clattering of the princes milk white steed on the cobbles at the end of the bridge. The dragon roared to life in a searing cloud of flames and smoke so thick it could choke both man and beast. The prince reined in his steed and the noble animal reared up tossing its proud head in defiance of the mountainous creature before him. The dragon shook its head its fleshy dead pink whiskers flopping about like the crest of a tom turkey and thrice as revolting. Its green scales glittered like polished jade and its three horns sharp as spears looked even more fearsome than usual Kalista thought. The prince raised his sword and shouted in his strong voice that struck fear into the hearts of men and made women swoon.
“Princess!” he cried “Do not fear I shall save you from the beast!” he kicked his horses flanks and rushed at the dragon. For its part the dragon swung its ugly head back closing its red slitted eyes then whipping forward quickly it sent a wall of flame at the prince. The noble horse reared screaming in pain and Kalista saw the prince fall his sword crashing from his stilled hand. She in her fear for her princes life leaned a little to far out her window, suddenly she lost her footing and fell out, the wind whistling past her ears plummeting towards the ground! The last thing she thought before darkness took her was
“I could-a had a V8!”
***
Kalista hit the floor of her bedchamber with a resounding crash. She yelped tried to stand up and fell again tangled up in her bed clothes as tightly as is someone had tied her. After five minutes of struggling, floundering, and a few bitten off curses she succeeded in tangling herself still further in the blankets and sheet. She lay there on the floor banging her head into the rug. Then the idea hit her! How could she have been so stupid. She cleared her throat and sang out a long trilling note. Nothing happened. She tried again adding a small scale to her call. Still nothing. So she tried a song. All of a sudden a company of well dressed mice entered the room bearing with them a breakfast tray. These genteel little creatures saw the princess on the floor and immediately sprang into action. Six of them started laying the breakfast on the small table. Eleven were getting her a dress for that day, and the rest of them fully thirty two mice set to untangling the princess form her blankets. Once she was free the mice all left her as quickly as they had come. These small creature were the housekeepers and cooks of the castle and her tower.
Kalista sat down to her breakfast of eggs and orange juice. The mice knew she hated egg but they insisted that eggs were good for her. She sat there idly chewing the yellow blobs and staring out the window. The picturesque countryside of rolling hills and forests was now old. Kalista sighed. She had been in this tower since she was thirteen, Six years of sitting waiting for her prince. She knew he's come- someday. But she was afraid she would be an old wrinkling woman by then. Her parents just had to buy the fiercest dragon that money could get them. Kalista looked out the window and down to the courtyard where the aforementioned beast lay curled up like a large cat. The dragon lay there sunning in all her canary yellow glory tendrils of smoke coming from her nostrils. Kalista wanted to kill the dragon herself but her parents said that was against the rules or something. The dragon sensing the killing intent coming from the tower raised her head and looked up and Kalista could have sworn that the monster stuck her tung out at her! Kalista wanted to throw something but there was nothing she could throw. She looked at the clock and realizing it was high time for her to get dressed hurried over to the outfit the mice had gotten for her.
It was pink, it was not a nice pale rose pink, she could have dealt with that it was a bubblegum pink, a child's animated pig pink. A pink for all the ages, a pink that would stand the test of time, birth, death, and a atomic bomb. A pink so pink that when the Armageddon comes and there is nothing left on the earth-all is annihilate, that pink will remain. A throughly disgusting pink. Kalista looked at it with something bordering on fear, she hated the color. Pink was a bad luck color. Bad things happened to her when she wore it. Scraped knees, bee stings, sudden downpours of rain when she was outside without an umbrella, falling into her ten layer birthday cake when she was nine, and worst of all when the palace dog (a horrible little pug) shredded her doll. Kalista shuttered but what was she to do. The mice picked it out and if she did not wear it they would be most displeased and “Forget” to bring her lunch. So the unlucky girl with a knot of trepidation in her stomach slipped into the pink abomination and tried to zip up the back, but as it turns out it is almost impossible to zip up the back of ones own dress. She twisted and turned, she flopped and flipped, she bent this way and that but to no avail. Kalista with tears of frustration shook her fists at the heavens and cried out in shear fury.
“Who was the idiot who decided it was a good idea to put zippers on the back of dresses? Why not the front?” then after a pause she added with a growl. “I bet a million dollars a man designed the dress. Who else would be so stupid about clothes.” Finally Kalista turned her dress backwards so the zipper was in the front and zipped it. Planning on turning it around once it was zipped. As she wriggled in her dress looking like a large pink pile of twisting poo a loud noise erupted form the courtyard!
A loud metallic clang and the roar of the dragon. Kalista ran to the window and looked out. A knight in armor had cut the chain that held the drawbridge up. Now most would think that putting the chain for the gate mechanism on the far side of the gate wasn't the brightest idea in the was of defense but this was different. The drawbridge was more for show than anything. The knight was astride a large black steed. That was odd Kalista thought. In all her books and her class she took on being rescued from a tower all had said the horse would be white, “oh well” she thought. Just a technicality. The large black animal reared letting out a noise almost like a roar and kicked its front legs in a most aggressive fashion making the feathers on his lower legs fly around. The horse leaped forward with a will and charged across the drawbridge straight at the dragon who was waiting in startled silence.
This was the first knight the poor beast had been face with. Her class she had taken as a young dragon from Miss Belch had said the knight would be a tall blue eyed blond in shinning silver or gold armor on a white stallion. This knight was short with dark tresses done in a low ponytail with gray-green nondescript eyes. His armor was not silver or gold. It was iron and rather dingy and dented. His cloak was blue with silver edging. His horse was black, black? That wasn't right. She scratched her head with a claw. What should she do? This knight didn't look right. Should she let him pass or what? Also he didn't shout any of the challenges that he was supposed too. No, “Ye foul beast!” or a “I shall slay thee great worm!” he didn't even say “I shall save the maid from thy clutches!” nothing! she was shocked this was not the kind of knight she wanted to fight. She wouldn't get a award for killing this dunce. She shook her head and swallowed. Might as well fry him on sight. She took a deep breath and let out a wall of flames at the knight. Startlingly the horse didn't flinch but charged right through as if practiced at this. The dragon cocked her head to one side, and tried again. Again the horse charged right through and the knight only laid close the his steeds neck. The dragon sniffed nervously. This wasn't right, not right at all. She flexed her claws. Alright she'll just finish him the old fashion way. She roared in challenge and to her utter amazement the horse roared back its blue eyes glowing, wait blue eyes? This was really not right. Hold on the horse had a horn growing from its forehead, a unicorn? What in heavens name is going on?! The poor dragon waited a split second too long and before you could say “Jack Robinson!” her ugly yellow head was rolling at her own feet.
It is odd, when one is decapitated they have a few moments before they actually die most people think something completely irreverent to their situation. But the dragon had something related float through her mind before the great darkness.
“I could-a had a V8!”
Kalista leaned out the window as far as she dared and almost toppled out when she saw the dragon fall. She waved her arms wildly.
“Sir knight!” she shouted all together too excited “Sir Knight please come up!” the knight waved a gloved hand and started towards the door. Kalista all in a flurry ran about trying to get ready for the moment she had been waiting years for. She pinched her cheeks to make them redder and then realized in horror, her dress was still backwards and she for the life of her couldn't turn it around. She tried taking it off the the zipper stuck. She was stuck in a hideous pink dress that was backwards with a stuck zipper and her prince was walking up the stairs this very moment. She felt like crying but she remembered what her mother had told her the wise Queen Kimberly had told her to make the most of problems and act like their not there, so that's what Kalista decided to do. She breathed in deep and let it out slowly like in her yoga class. Just then a knock sounded at her door, Kalista shook herself hard and trying to remember how she was supposed to act she timidly called out.
“Come in.” The door opened and the knight her prince charming walked in. Kalista almost died right then and there. Prince charming her long awaited love was standing before her in a decidedly feminine fashion, and with a decidedly soft feminine face. Prince Charming was a girl!
The girl knight did the peace sign with her gloved hand.
“What's up?” she asked grinning like a Cheshire cat. Kalista did at that moment what any self respecting princess would do, she fainted.
I'm so excited for the next part! You will, write a next part right? Because this is awesome! Overall, it is really great, you just need to polish it up. I love the whole, "I could-a had a V8 thing!" it made me smile, though...I don't know if we're supposed to smile and laugh when someone is plmmeting down a window... 
Great idea for this chapter. I think this whole chapter would be fine as a short story, since it feels finished at the end. But of course if you're going on, you have a good start here.
LOVE --ULTRAVIOLET
I loved the storyline! It was a perfect twist at the end. And the "Coulda had a V8," was hallarious! I also like how, of course, men must have designed the dresses. I totally agree there! Women wouldn't have been stupid enough to put the zipper in the back where no one can ever reach. I've done 
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