This is a story of kingdom A where the heir to its thrown was just born. Kings and Queens of all provinces, far and near, wise men, magicians, wizards and witches, were all invited. As the ceremony to bless the most beautiful baby in all provinces began, the skies turned black, it grew cold, the tinted glass windows shattered and from thin air appeared a witch dressed in a black tattered gown, her finger nails long and dirty, her long jet black wavy hair touching her knees. Offended by the fact that she wasn’t invited to the ceremony, she put a curse on the kingdom and the new born. Once the royal hand is cast on a spindle, the whole kingdom shall sleep, till loves first kiss awakes the dead. The witch vanishes leaving the room with echoes of her evil laughter.
The child grows, inheriting the good looks and honor of the king and the queen. Then the day came, which was feared by all in kingdom A. The child turned 20. Curiosity pulled thee to the sharp point next to the spinning wheel. One touch and everything was over. The whole kingdom went into deep sleep; the trees stopped growing, flowers stopped blooming. The young heir was placed in the highest room of the tallest tower of the kingdom by the wicked witch.
Years back, kingdom A and a far away kingdom, B, had engaged their children (considering the curse). Kingdom B’s heir grew up to become a fine warrior, known for thy courage and strength. Locking thy armor to the back, strapping thy shiny, long sword to the right side, wearing thy helmet, the warrior hops on to the back of a clear white horse, known for its speed and loyalty in all kingdoms. The warrior sets out to kingdom A, promising the people of B to return with the one awaited.
Riding for days and nights, the warrior finds kingdom A, dull and gloomy, deserted roads, no chirping birds, no kids playing, no life! As the horse steps in, a storm rises; the wicked witch appears and warns the warrior that stepping into the kingdom would cost the warrior’s a life. The warrior unshaken, bravely rides inside. The angered witch transforms herself into a fierce, fire breathing dragon. The fearless warrior retrieves thy unmatchable sword and plunges it into the dragon’s neck, killing the dragon. The warrior makes thy way to the highest room in the tallest tower of the kingdom. The warrior removes the head gear, her golden hair falling on her unbreakable armor. She walks into the room to find her love sleeping soundly. He was so handsome. His fair face, muscular shoulder protruding from his cape, his tall body lying straight, untouched! She moves closer reaches out and kisses him. He awakes to see the woman of his dreams, her face dirtied with the smoke and ashes, her bony jaws, her strong arms, her brave eyes; the mighty one who had rescued him and saved his kingdom from the dreadful curse. She took her hands in his, raises him and holds on to his toned abs. Soon after they were wed and they lived happily ever after.
Why would a kid enjoy it the other way around?
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