Young Writers Society

Plot-

In the country of Meldora, all the classic fairytales characters come alive. There is a young girl in her tower, with the evil witch keeping her company. A girl with an evil stepmother slaves away. Two princes, brothers, live a life of luxury.
Then, on one mid summers night, everything changed.

(I left it short for a reason)

Rules-
~No god modding (Controlling people characters)
~No extreme sex scenes/violence
~Keep swearing to an absolute minimum
~I want entries around 500 characters, which isn’t that much
~Magic is only for the witches
~No killing other characters without permission
~max 2 characters
~Romance is encouraged
~Have fun

Character List


Cinderella~ -Retrodisco666
Evil Step Sister~
Evil Witch 1 (Cinderella’s stepmother)~ Kayleigh Byrne-wickedwonder
Rapunzel~ Rhoswen Arabella (Rhos, Rhoswen)-Wickedwonder
Evil Witch 2 (Rapunzel’s ‘mother’)~
Jack (Jack and the Beanstalk)~ Jack Prince-Mazzi
Little Red Riding Hood~ Scarlet (Red)-Puzzle
Prince 1~ Davis Charming -Isha
Prince 2~ Sefan Charming -Jabberhut
Baker~
Bakers Wife~Celicia-Snoink
King~ Eric Charming-Jabberhut
Queen~ Mae-Alz_gal



Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance (description and pic, if possible):
Personality:
Up for love?:
What original fairytale?
Powers? (Only for Witches.)
Other:


Character sheets will be posted in the DT (topic72868.html)

Rhos sat by the window in her tower, looking out. She could feel the cold, cool air over her face and hands. She wondered, not for the first time, what it was like out there. She wanted to smell the grass that lay around her tower, wanted to idly flirt with the men who came to ask for directions from her mother. Actually, she just wanted to talk to someone who wasn't her mother, just once. One the other hand, she also wanted her mother to come home, wanted to hear another story. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but she didn't want anything to change. Did she?

Cindy

I sighed heavily. Trying to nefotiate my step-mothers skirt was like trying negotiate an elephant . . .with a rolling pin. The cold dank basement was my home and my sanctary, and everything I resented about my life. I places the steel iron down and sulked into a corner, thinking of all my life could be, nay, should be. I looked around the room and found no comfort or happiness in the stone four walls, so sighed and rested my head in my arms and gently rocked myself to sleep.

[sorry it's short]

This SB is kind of ironic for me, because my school is doing the musical Into the Woods, which is a ton of fairy tales, I think most of the ones on here, and I'm doing make-up and costumes for it. Haha

Yup. Thats where I got the idea.

(H'okay! I'll post now, and then later when I finish a profile for another character, I'll do that character. )

Stefan Charming

"En garde, monsieur !" the knight exclaimed and lunged toward the prince.

Stefan dodged it easily and made his own counterattack, striking the knight straight into his armored chest. The knight knocked the prince's sword aside but to no avail as Stefan directed their swords in a complete circle and disarmed the knight. The sword hit the ground. Game over.

"My prince, I apologize for my amateur dueling!" the knight exclaimed, kneeling to his knee with a bow. "I would bet my Abigail that you've improved over the weekend."

Stefan smirked. "You can keep your horse, sir knight. Perhaps I'll take you on in a lancing match one day. I know my skills in that area are limited."

"I should hardly think so, your highness," the knight replied. He grabbed his sword and stood up, lifting his helm so as to see the prince better. "There is no sport in which you cannot put up a good fight."

The prince nodded his appreciation but had nothing to say after that. He sheathed his rapier and brushed himself off. "I had better return to the castle now. Lunch will be ready shortly, and we both know how Father is with tardiness."

"Of course, your highness." The knight bowed for the umpteenth time.

Stefan walked off though, giving no thought to how dizzy the knight was feeling from continually bowing to him. The prince gave a young squire his rapier. "Put that in the armory, would you? Thank you."

Red

I collected the last of the food into my basket and turned to my mum. She had been baking little sweets and foods all day and rambling on about how Grandma was sick.
"So I have to go through the woods to Grandma's and be back by night?" I mumbled with my incredibly tiny voice.

"Right, I'll see you tonight dear. Watch for wild animals, don't get distracted," she instructed, ushering me out of the door, "See you tonight, sweety!" She called as I started up the walk.

I snuck a peek into the basket, all the food smelt so delicious. Granny would love this! It felt like forever since I seen her last!

Prince Davis Charming

A low growl worked rolled from the back of Davis's throat. He scratched out the last line of notes on the paper with his pen, angry at the mess it made. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about that. He could always transfer the notes to a new paper, but that would take much too long. And besides, the song sounded fine until this line.

"Maybe if I start with C..." Davis scrunched up his eyebrows and shook his head. "No, no. Too high..." He turned to glare at the flute beside him. "Why can't you be my lyre?" He was have expecting a snotty response, but of course, being an inanamite object, the flute didn't give the prince so much as a word.

"That's what I thought," Davis muttered under his breath. He turned back to the papers and reached over to dip his pen into the ink. Somehow, he managed to miss and knock over the jar with the side of his hand. Before Davis had enough time to process what had just happened, the black ink was dripping all over his clean, brown shirt. (It was a very regal and dashing shirt, of course, but still brown.)

"Oh for the the love of..." he trailed off, remembering the scolding he had gotten the last time somebody had caught him cursing.

Without bothering to clean the ink up (he had more or less given up for the day), he glanced out the window. Davis' stomach churned. He was late for dinner, and he had a huge ink stain on the front of his church. This time a cuss did make itself out of his lips. A nice, long string of them.

There was no time for him to change, even! He panicked, rising so quickly he knocked his chair over backwards. Ignoring it, Davis darted for his bed, grabbing the brown cloak off of it. How his father would take to Davis's wearing a cloak down to lunch, but it would have to do.

Rhos

Rhoswen stood up, twisting a little tendril of hair around her ring finger. THat was enough day dreaming for the night, She took up her sewing, threading the thread through the eye of the needle. She promptly stabbed her index finger, and she yipped in pain, raising her finger to her mouth to stop the blood.


Kayleigh

Kayleigh sat in the living room, absentmindedly staring into the fire. She smiled slowly. She had the girl doing the chores, as she was supposed to. Kayleigh smiled to herself. Her plan was coming together. Or, it would be, if she had a plan.

King Eric

"He's late again," King Eric grumbled through his teeth. No one has started eating yet, waiting impatiently for Prince Davis to show up at the dinner table. The queen and Stefan sat with similar disappointed expressions, waiting quietly for the boy. The queen was a little more impatient. Okay, make that a lot more.

"He will come when he's ready," she finally said, and started eating.

Stefan followed suit, but the king didn't. He breathed to keep his temper under control. Only God knows when this boy will get his act together. His wife knew just how irritated he was for their lack of responsibility, and this was the one dinner he would change all of that. He just need both of his sons here--

"Sorry, I'm late!" Davis said, huffing and puffing his way toward the table. He gave a swift peck to his stiff mother and took his seat next to her. Stefan didn't even look up from his plate. "The time escaped me--"

"Tardiness is not acceptable in the royal court," King Eric snapped. "You're eighteen years old, boy. If you know you have a habit of being late, you should learn how to prevent it. Overcome your obstacles--" Noticing Davis' lack of attention made him even more furious. He pounded his fist on the table and all three of them looked up at him. He glared at each son as he leaned back in his chair, hanging on to that dramatic pause as long as he can.

"I was hoping to handle this a little more graciously, so listen well," he finally said. He leaned forward, lacing his fingers together. "You both need to learn some responsibility. If you are ever going to rule your own kingdom, you need to shapen up and get yourselves a wife."

Stefan seemed a little more interested with a brow raised. Davis sighed quietly, fiddling with his food.

"You are to leave in exactly one hour," the king announced. Both boys as well as the queen looked up at him with their own version of shock. "Neither of you will step foot in my kingdom unless a bride-to-be is clinging to your arm." There was an awkward silence as the king finally started eating his meal.

Queen Mae

I left the dinner table as soon as I could without being inconsiderate. I felt a bit bad, leaving Eric there to stew, while the boys pretended to eat, even though it was plain that neither of them were particularly interested in food right then.

There was something more important to do now. I went through the stone hallways, not consciously thinking about where I was going - I didn’t need to; I knew the labyrinthine castle all too well. Besides, there were other things on my mind.

Stefan and Davis’ rooms occupied two of the three towers. They were not far apart, which made things considerably more convenient, especially with the current time limit that Eric had imposed. I reached Stefan’s tower first. A small trunk sat inside the door of the tower, presumably containing some of Stefan’s belongings. The trunk had a small lock on it, but being Queen has its advantages.

I bent down, pulling a key out of the small hidden pocket on my dress, and turned it in the mechanism. The lock fell easily into my hand. When I looked into the trunk, I found that it contained not only spare clothing, but several worn books and a compass as well. The items were not neatly organized as Stefan would have had them; then I remembered that Stefan had not packed for himself.

I pulled out the first of two envelopes that I had been carrying with me. They had been with me for a while, waiting for an opportunity to give them to my sons. The small object inside it pressed against my hand uncomfortably until I let go of it, sliding it into the side of the trunk next to the books.

Then, silently, I slid the lock back onto the trunk, pushing it closed as I straightened. A pang of sadness flooded into me, but I pushed it aside, knowing that I still had one more task to do.

Davis’ trunk was much the same as Stefan’s, with only the most basic of supplies. Again I tucked the envelope carefully inside, willing myself to keep moving, to be gone before anyone knew what I had done.

Everything will be alright, Mae. You know it will. And when the time comes, the boys will know what to do with what your gift. I repeated the words to myself as I went to find the rest of my family, dreading the moment when we would say goodbye.

Prince Davis Charming

Davis paced across his room, grinding his teeth and glaring at the floorboards. The servants hadn't even though to pack any of his instrunments. Not a single one. And there was no room left in the trunk to put them, either. The tears were unexpected, but they came. Without those blasted instrunments, Davis was nothing. He couldn't fight, couldn't defend himself... And for the love of God, he knew nothing about wooing women!

No, Davis wouldn't be able to find himself a wife if his life depended on it, which it just might.

He stopped pacing, mentally slapping himself when to excessively large tear-drops hit the floor. He couldn't do this. How could his father ever expect him to be able to find a woman? Not that romance was a bad thing, Davis just wasn't interested.

Neither of you will step foot in my kingdom unless a bride-to-be is clinging to your arm. The king's words were strangling Davis, he was sure of it. They were out to get him. Stefan... oh, Stefan probably wouldn't return with one bride-to-be clinging to his arm like it was her lifeline. No, he'd come back with a whole lot of women.

Stop it. Stop it now. Davis told himself sternly. I'm not a little boy anymore. I'm acting like a four-year-old who just got a spank for being disobedient. He swallowed hard and looked up at his desk, to where dozens of papers lay scattered across its surface, to where an ink-well was still tipped over and an unfinished song lay next to his flute.

Why couldn't his father be proud of him for what he could do? Davis shook his head and stomped over to the desk, picking up his flute and any paper that wasn't unruined already. This is what he could do. So what if he didn't know the basics to courtship, or how to properly wield a sword? Stefan didn't have nearly as much musical talent... didn't that count for anything? Apparently not.

He turned on his heel and stormed over to the bed, dropping the items all over it and stooping over. He had an extra bag down here somewhere, he was sure of it. He felt around under the bed for a handle, and finding one, he pulled it out and continued to carefully place everything neatly inside. Surely he'd be allowed an extra bag for his instrunments?

Davis didn't even care at this point. If he wasn't allowed, he'd bring them anyways. As for pens... he ran back to the desk and grabbed it up, as well as a few replacement ink-wells with sealable lids. If they leaked, he was in trouble. Those he placed in the extra bag, slung it over his shoulder and went to walk out the door. The last thing he needed was to be late for something again.... Except for he still hadn't changed his shirt. Hopefully, he had enough time to do that before they had to leave.

Prince Stefan Charming

Stefan finished his meal without any scene. He knew better than to argue with his father. However, Davis didn't look like he was handling it well at all. In fact, he followed the queen's lead and left the room without another bite of his food. Stefan watched his brother from the corner of his eye 'til he was out of sight, then resumed eating his lunch.

"I expected a comment from you, son," the king said, taking another bite of his meat.

"There's nothing to comment on."

King Eric made a very loud sigh. "Stefan, you and I both know that this kingdom's future rests in your hands. You'll be taking my place one day, and I want to know that it will be in good hands when I'm gone."

"Excuse me, Father," Stefan said, standing up. "I've only got fifty minutes now."

The king nodded solemnly. "Of course, son."

----

When Stefan arrived in his room, he didn't take much time in packing. He didn't have much to take. He had sent a servant to fetch his favorite rapier as well as his bow and a few arrows. He wasn't much of an archer, but he was well enough in case they needed to find some food. By the sound of his father's sudden anger, he assumed they would not be given an escort outside the kingdom--only up to the gates.

He lifted his trunk with ease and was disgusted at finding how messy it was. Rearranging the spare clothes and journals, he wondered if he really needed this whole trunk. It's always best to travel lightly. Finding a woman would be quick for him, but abandoning his own brother would be another matter. Yes, he was the eldest prince, but he was also an eldest brother.

All his life, he's been helping his brother keep up with their lessons. Though it didn't appear to be, Stefan figured it was him and Davis. Stefan and Davis. Constant bugging from him as well as the reprimanding from his father and the occasional coolness from their mother--Stefan decided this might actually be best for Davis. He may actually enjoy an adventure outside the castle walls. Finding a woman -- well, with Stefan travelling with him, Davis' lady luck has diminished by a mere 75% at least. Still, it was him and Davis. Stefan and Davis.

He took the rapier, told the servant to pick up his trunk, and they were off to the stables where Stefan would fetch his wonderful horse, Meadow. They were about to leave. It was interesting how he didn't really think twice about his father kicking them out. He just started planning their travels right away. Davis' musical talent can definitely come in handy with relaxation and women (if he knew how to use it that way). Stefan wondered if he would have to practice swordplay with his brother to help him refresh his memory. As amazing a fighter as Stefan is, it wouldn't hurt to have a trustworthy fighter watching his back. And then there's Stefan who had combat skills, charisma, and a cool head.

Yeah. It'll be just the two of them, but they'd be fine. And Stefan made a silent oath with himself that he wouldn't leave his brother's side. It'll be the two of them all the way through. Him and Davis.

Stefan and Davis.

Rhos

Rhos inwardly cursed herself. She was still sucking on her finger when her mother walked in. Rhos's eyes widened and she took her finger from her mouth.
"Hello, mother, I-I was just doing the sewing." Rhos said quietly. She automatically expected yelling, maybe a slap. Her mother gently took the clothes from Rhos's hands, and patted her head,
"How about, hm, how about I tell you a story?" her mother asked, "I haven't told you one of those in years."
"Yeah." Rhoswen said, staring out the window again, "because I'm nearly grown up. girls my age have already been married, and I'm stuck here."

Cecilia

Royalty. Over-dramatic little whiners, that's what they were. Cecilia fumed as she shoved the dough in the oven and cursed again as she put the dough in too quickly and burnt herself. "I swear, Jon, if I have to do one more piece of bread, there is going to be some prince who gets a --"

"Shh, don't let them hear you," Jon said, looking extremely nervous.

Even louder, Cecilia continued, "To God Almighty! If the King wants me to do one more thing for him, I swear --"

"Is this a bad time?" Frederic leaned on the doorway, smiling, wearing the royal messenger's clothes as he always did -- very well. Immediately, Cecilia's face turned a deep crimson and Jon's knuckles turned white.

"What do you want?" Jon said harshly.

"Yes," Cecilia began, rebuking her husband's harsh tone with a look. "What do you want?"

"The king's just sent his sons away, and you two are to go with them."