Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Kal-El/Bruce, the Enchantress, mentions of Jor-El/Lara, Jonathan/Martha
Genres: Romance, Fairytale
Rating (this chapter): G
Summary: When Prince Kal-El falls under a spell, can the Dark Knight save him?
Chapter Summary: Evil befalls Prince Kal-El and the Kingdom.
Date Of Completion: June 1, 2008
Date Of Posting: June 3, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 719
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Happy Birthday, starsandsea ! :) When I think of your writing, I often think of fairytales, so this came to mind. ;)
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ONCE UPON A TIME
Once upon a time there was a Prince, fair of face and gentle of heart, loved by all in his Kingdom, by the people and his parents, the King and Queen. The House of El ruled over the land with benevolence, and the people prospered.
But all did not love the Prince Kal-El, or at least, not well.
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The time came for Kal-El to be betrothed. A Grand Ball was given at the Palace, and all the eligible maidens and youths came, and Kal smiled and was polite to all, but his heart was not touched.
It came to be that at this Ball was an Enchantress from a far-off land, beautiful and beguiling with her violet eyes and pure white hair, but she held no love in her heart. She danced with the Prince and wanted him by her side, but Kal gently rebuffed her.
Violet eyes narrowed. “You dare reject me, Kal-El?”
Starlit eyes met hers steadily. “I am sorry, my Lady.”
“I am a Queen of my realm, Kal-El. Who are you, Princeling, to reject me?”
Kal bowed. “I am sorry, Majesty.”
“You shall be!”
With a swirl of royal purple skirts, the Enchantress left the hall.
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The Prince went out among the people, not afraid of hard work. He loved the smell of freshly-turned earth, ready for planting, and was in charge of the gardens at home.
His favorite home to visit was that of the Kents, a hard-working couple who treated him with the respect he deserved as Prince, but also taught him many things about the ways of nature and how to respect it to grow food and flowers. He spent many happy hours with them, and they were among the most prosperous of all the peasants.
During his tours he sometimes tilled the fields beside the peasants, wanting to know the pulse of the people and what it was like to live in a cottage instead of a castle. All agreed that he would make a fine King someday.
One day Prince Kal traveled the roads of the Kingdom, smiling and waving at the peasants in the fields. On his way back to the Palace and close by the Kent farm, he saw an old woman in a tattered cloak, carrying a basket of shiny red apples.
“My liege,” she croaked, wispy white hair framing a wrinkled face, “Would you do an old woman honor by partaking of her humble offering?”
“Certainly, my good woman.” He took the apple she offered, a particularly fine specimen. Kal bit into its flesh, its sweetness filling his mouth. “Exceptional apple, kind woman. I…”
His words were no more as his eyes closed, his body falling to the dusty road.
The old lady cackled, patting his cheek. “Reject me, will you, Prince?” She straightened, her rheumy eyes turning violet and distant. “Hear me, O King and Queen of the this land. Your precious son will remain in a glass coffin until his True Love passes three Trials, and kisses him awake. Your Kingdom will no longer be prosperous until he returns.” Cackling again, she left, a robin flying down from the trees to perch on the Prince’s shoulder, singing mournfully as the Prince slept, not dead, yet not alive.
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The Prince’s sleeping body was found in a grove in an open glass coffin, surrounded by flowers of every hue, his head resting on a bed of blossoms, hands crossed over his chest as if relaxed and waiting.
For wait he would, for his True Love.
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The hearts of the King and Queen broke, and their son was seen no more, hidden away in the grove. A dark cloud fell over the land, prosperity sinking into poverty as the House of El turned away from the affairs of man, grieving for their lost son.
There were no more Grand Balls at the Palace, no more joy, no more flowers as the gardens around the Palace began to die.
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