outshine (a blainofsky fairy tale) ; pg-13
Once upon a time there was a kingdom lead by a kind, clever King and his sweet, intelligent Queen. They were blessed with a son that seemed to outshine the sun- delighting the subjects with his humor, wit, and charm.
As the boy grew, he became stronger, smarter, and braver, though he seemed to lose a bit of that luster, that spark of radiance that defined him as a child. The King and Queen grew worried, as their young Prince smiled less often and enjoyed pranking and causing mischief throughout the castle and beyond its walls. He grew lazy, brooding, and restless in a way that seemed removed from the usual teenage melancholy.
In an attempt to find their son’s light, the King and Queen decided that only though a quest beyond the kingdom’s boundaries will their son find himself the brightness that was once there.
-
David wasn’t happy.
Az, Az of all people fucking tricked him! What, “oh meet me by the castle gates, I’ve got something to show you”?
Dammit! David wants to scream at the guards, but apparently the new ones that Father ordered in were perfectly fine with being called fatherless scums from the depths of hell.
Not a proper goodbye, not even a warning! David stares morosely at his sack, which Az had shoved into his hands before pushing him out of the castle doors and sealed it with a magical barrier. Apparently, all a person needs on a Quest is some rope, a small dagger, three arrows, a bow, and two loaves of bread.
Couldn’t they at least add in some honey?
Fine. Fine! He’ll go on this Quest, and he’ll come back just in time to limp his bruised, bloodied and battered body onto the floor of the throne room and die in front of everyone who’s sold him out like this.
Fine!
Great.
…
Shit.
--
He makes his way promptly to the first alehouse he saw, which was actually pretty far, which meant that he managed to get there right during the swing of things, and was already treated to drinks as soon as he walked through the door. A local blacksmith finally managed to marry off his not-incredibly-talented-or-smart-or-strong son to a local duchess. Or something of the other. David didn't mind, he had free mead, a vague knowledge of bar tunes and enough misery to kill the rest of the night with.
When he wakes up a few hours later, he's being prodded awake by a God.
As the boy grew, he became stronger, smarter, and braver, though he seemed to lose a bit of that luster, that spark of radiance that defined him as a child. The King and Queen grew worried, as their young Prince smiled less often and enjoyed pranking and causing mischief throughout the castle and beyond its walls. He grew lazy, brooding, and restless in a way that seemed removed from the usual teenage melancholy.
In an attempt to find their son’s light, the King and Queen decided that only though a quest beyond the kingdom’s boundaries will their son find himself the brightness that was once there.
-
David wasn’t happy.
Az, Az of all people fucking tricked him! What, “oh meet me by the castle gates, I’ve got something to show you”?
Dammit! David wants to scream at the guards, but apparently the new ones that Father ordered in were perfectly fine with being called fatherless scums from the depths of hell.
Not a proper goodbye, not even a warning! David stares morosely at his sack, which Az had shoved into his hands before pushing him out of the castle doors and sealed it with a magical barrier. Apparently, all a person needs on a Quest is some rope, a small dagger, three arrows, a bow, and two loaves of bread.
Couldn’t they at least add in some honey?
Fine. Fine! He’ll go on this Quest, and he’ll come back just in time to limp his bruised, bloodied and battered body onto the floor of the throne room and die in front of everyone who’s sold him out like this.
Fine!
Great.
…
Shit.
--
He makes his way promptly to the first alehouse he saw, which was actually pretty far, which meant that he managed to get there right during the swing of things, and was already treated to drinks as soon as he walked through the door. A local blacksmith finally managed to marry off his not-incredibly-talented-or-smart-or-strong son to a local duchess. Or something of the other. David didn't mind, he had free mead, a vague knowledge of bar tunes and enough misery to kill the rest of the night with.
When he wakes up a few hours later, he's being prodded awake by a God.