May 31, 2010

Esmerelda Chronicles, Part Two

Posted in Creative Writing, Fairytales at 9:18 pm by catsinboxes

After leaving the castle, Esmerelda plunged right into the deep, dark forest.  This was an ancient forest that lay around three sides of the castle and stretched away for miles and miles.  After a few hours of brisk walking, Esmerelda began to regret that she hadn’t brought along any food or water.  Still, she wasn’t going back, no, not ever.  Just then the path twisted around a large boulder and with it went Esmerelda, only to find herself nose to nose with a very large dragon.

Several things happened at once, Esmerelda let out a shriek rivaling that of the most ambitious banshee.  The dragon jumped backwards, and with a sort of whuffling sound breathed a sheet of emerald green flames.  Esmerelda was quick enough to avoid the flames by jumping off the path.  And then the dragon, in a lisp that was quite embarrassing for a creature of his size, told Esmerelda mournfully that she needn’t have screamed like that.  Esmerelda snapped that the dragon had no business in her father’s forest.  The dragon asked her if she had just said “her father’s forest.”  She answered in the affirmative (you must realize that she said a lot more than that, but I won’t repeat such name-calling).  Upon hearing her answer, the dragon announced very cheerfully that he was going to kidnap her.  Esmerelda screamed and tried to run away, but it didn’t do any good.  When was the last time you heard of a princess out-running a very large dragon?

Now, you are probably asking where Esmerelda’s parents were during all these events.  As it happened, they didn’t realize Esmerelda was missing for about an hour.  Then the king ordered his captain of the guards to go after Esmerelda and bring her home.  The captain of the guards was not very keen on this assignment.  It was his aunt who had been bitten by the two-year-old Esmerelda, and he personally thought it would do her a bit of good to get lost in the deep dark forest.  Let her get good and scared; that would serve the little beast right.  So, the captain took his time getting ready.  It was almost lunch, and he made such a fuss about adjusting saddles and packing supplies that it wasn’t till a good hour past lunch that he and his company of men at arms set out.  It wasn’t that hard for them to follow Esmerelda’s tracks and pretty soon they came to where she had met the dragon.  The captain gulped and wondered what in heaven’s name the king would say.  He turned around his party of men at arms and started to hurry back to the castle.  Unfortunately, the path he was on was one of those enchanted paths that changed direction every other Tuesday.  And since it was an “other Tuesday” the captain and all his men were soon quite lost.  If the captain hadn’t kept his head, they might never have been seen again.  As it was, they didn’t arrive back at the castle till 6:30 the next morning.

When the captain and his men arrived home, one of the ladies in waiting went to wake the queen up.  The queen woke the king (not the easiest of tasks since the king liked to sleep in), and both went down to the royal throne room to hear the captain’s report.  When the queen heard the news, she went into a fit of hysterics.  The king frowned, and tried to think.  The queen, between sobs, was all for rousing the army and sending them off after the dragon.  She kept carrying on and making impractical suggestions until the king (to be fair, he never was a morning person) snapped that he didn’t care if it was one dragon or a whole herd of dragons; if someone didn’t fetch him his coffee, he’d never be able to think the whole problem through.  The queen went into another fit of hysterics and was carried off to her chambers.  The king’s coffee was delivered, and he went up into his own private sitting room to enjoy some peace and quiet.

The longer he thought, the more he realized just how quiet the castle now was.  After all, there was no Esmerelda storming through it, breaking things, throwing expensive vases out of windows, and causing widespread havoc wherever she went.  Come to think of it, the servants seemed much more cheerful too; he’d never seen the scullery maids look so happy.

Finally, with a sigh, the king made up his mind.  He would issue an edict stating the traditional reward; half his kingdom and his daughter’s hand in marriage to the man who rescued Esmerelda.  However, halfway through glumly writing out this announcement, the king’s face suddenly brightened.  What was that it said, “his daughter’s hand in marriage.”  That would be nice, very nice . . . But what if they rescued Esmerelda and then decided that they didn’t want her hand in marriage?  He frowned and chewed on his quill.  It was a very bad habit since he was constantly ruining quills.   Ah, that was it!  He would see to it that any princes interested in rescuing Esmerelda signed a binding contract. Then they would have to marry her . . .

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3 Comments »

  1. kristen said,

    Haha! This is great! I love that the dragon had a lisp… very disarming. In addition, I think the “morning scene” with the king ordering his coffee (not being a morning person) and chewing his quill are a great touch. Nice!

  2. Benjamin Rolsma said,

    I really enjoyed reading this story and found it very funny. I remember talking to you about how when you read “Talking to Dragons” to the younger children you had the young dragon have a lisp. You told me if you ever wrote a story you would like have a dragon with a lisp in it. Thank You for posting this!

    • catsinboxes said,

      Hi Benjamin!
      I’m glad you liked the story. I’m hoping to add another chapter sometime soon.
      ~Hayley


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