|The Beauty and the Monster (standard:fairy tales, 2098 words)|
|Author: Eponine||Added: Apr 12 2001||Views/Reads: 2550/1342||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is a story which I wrote based upon a 1775 play by a French noblewoman which I have read. Currently I am unable to locate the exact address of the play, but contact me, or use the title I have provided (they are the same). As following notes, this|
The first day Phanor had seen Sabina, he had fallen in love. Sabina had been sitting under a tree, with her best friend, Phedima, woefully imparting her life. An orphan, the girl's guardians were forcing her to marry a man whom she hated, or so she said. Now, one thing about Sabina was that she was quite beautiful. She had golden blonde hair, and deep blue eyes to match. Her voice sounded like crystal, and it was as smooth as running water. Phedima he hardly noticed, with her dark brown hair and eyes. Her voice was only as sweet as a lark's song, and she stood about a half foot shorter than Sabina. Now, Phanor, listening to the two girls, had a plan. If he could manage to have them come to his palace, which indeed was an asylum for the unhappy, he perhaps could soften Sabina to his hideous figure, and maybe she would love him. That was all he needed, companionship, and love, from a woman. And who better than Sabina? They began to rise, and walked towards the forest. Sabina looked near to an angel. Phanor's plan would work after all! They only needed to loose themselves in the wood, to happen upon his palace. Which, to shorten this rather dull description, is exactly what took place. Phedima decided that they should enter the castle, though Sabina thought perhaps not. "Would you rather be eaten by the wolves and other wild animals, dear Sabina?" the sensible Phedima asked. "We-e-ell, no..." she replied tentatively. So it was agreed that to the grand palace of an unknown king they would venture into. The halls were laid with marble, as the columns were made of. There was a red velvet carpet, edged in gold, for them to walk on, and many, many delights met their eyes. Each was led to a separate room which suited well to their tastes: for Sabina, there were gowns and jewelry and other pamperous items. Phedima's room was much more simple, with books by the ton, and a few gowns, and little jewelry. After exploring their rooms, they met again in the hall, wearing the clothing which had been provided for them, Sabina in a pastel pink, Phedima in jade green. They managed their way through the castle, and found a dining hall laid out...just for them. After supping, the girls each returned to their rooms, Sabina to brush her hair one hundred times, and Phedima to read one of the great novels on the shelves. Several days passed by, each very similar to their first, and still there was no sign of any master of the palace. Nor was there a trace of servants, yet everything was kept meticulously clean and in order. Until one day, while Phedima was exploring the grounds, she came upon Phanor, in the garden. She screamed, for never had she seen anyone -- anything - so terrible. Trembling, and trying NOT to look at the monster in front of her, she heard a voice, powerful but sad, "So now you know who has treated you and your friend Sabina well. I suppose you shall wish to leave me?" "Oh! no, my Lord," cried Phedima, not really sure of what to say. "My name is Phanor, call me that, if you will," said the grotesque form. "Why should you not want to leave?" he asked after a pause. "I, well, I suppose, because you have been so very nice, and, um, maybe there is...is something we could do to...to pay you back?" she ended in question, and, slowly, braved herself to look up at what she spoke to. "I ask for no thanks, but if you really would like to return the favor, I would be more than happy to have you both stay on," he said in a rather gruff tone, but seemed pleased. "You like to read do you not?" he looked down at the book in Phedima's hand, which until now she had forgotten. "Yes. Do you?" And Phedima learned much about the monster called Phanor, and even began to like him, though he was frightful to look at. After that, Phanor and Phedima visited every day, with Phedima relaying her conversations to Sabina. Sabina had actually not seen Phanor yet, and though Phedima thought him kind, she was not sure she wanted to. Until the day when she was sitting in the parlour, looking out the window. She turned at the sound of heavy footsteps, and she stood, in Click here to read the rest of this story (149 more lines)
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