Still Sleeping Beauty MPC 52A
Jul 30, 2018 23:29:33 GMT
Post by Wish on Jul 30, 2018 23:29:33 GMT
MPC Name: Once Upon a Time
MPC Number: 52A
Reward Requested: Bits
Trotting forward in a steady but heavy march, a panting digimon carried another digimon through the forest. Yes, riding upon this lighdramon steed, Logamon the prince was very unsatisfied. With his eyes closed and his chin held high, he declared onto the deepest of digital woods which they crossed:
“Ah, what boredom Lighdramon, what boredom! How can this be? To cross these woods and find nothing but trees. And not a single meatpple one, no less. What a waste, what a waste.”
“Well my prince, surely we will find something. We have been travelling for two days already, after all. We are bound to find something. Perhaps if you climb one of the trees now while I take a rest, you will something that brings you interest in the horizon?” Suggested the Lighdramon. Logamon took a paw to his chin and with a nod from the tip of his cap, he agreed. One branch after the next, Logamon climbed the tree all the way to the tipty top and glanced upon it’s distant reaches. For the most part he saw nothing but trees and pines and pine trees, but one in particular caught his eye.
“Lighdramon, Lighdramon, what is that I see?” The prince shouted to his servant who just laid down on the grass. “A pinetree of stone, that cannot be! It must be a castle, I say! But a castle in the middle of these woods? I never heard of such a thing. I smell adventure my companion! Let us go at once! But first, perhaps, do you know of this castle at all?”
“Well, I have heard but rumours, my prince. I have heard only of a haunted or perhaps cursed castle with a princess who never awakes and shalt never bloom to adulthood, and that is the responsibility of the lord’s careless treatment of a certain witch since the princess’s birth..”
“Perhaps this is that castle! We must hurry, oh Lighdramon my friend. To the castle!”
The two of them rode straight to the castle in question. The prince announced himself and demanded the gates be opened. He was allowed in and offered tea, which he refused, requesting instead to see the princess. But the news he was reported were just as the rumors would suggest.
“The princess is yet to awake, my prince.” Said one of the maids, in clear distress. “She just won’t budge. It is as that strange person said, so long ago.”
“Fear not. I shall fix this situation for you.”
“My prince?” The maid inquired with a shocked incredulous look on her face.
With those words in his heart, the prince stormed out of the castle. He knew very well what he had to do. The very reason why he came to the woods in the first place was the reason the princess and the inhabitants of her castle were suffering. Among this sea of trees was a little old hut, a rotting one inhabited by a single old cunning Witchmon. It was terrible to imagine, but in his heart he could already tell what had transpired. At the princess’s hatching, the Witchmon must’ve come and seeing how blessed and adored the princess was while she was left abandoned and forgotten in her hut in the woods, the Witchmon must’ve placed a curse upon the newly born digimon to make her fall asleep.
For three days and three nights the prince and the steed journeyed, determined to find that Witchmon who brought such misfortune to that poor castle. At last, he managed to find the small hut. It was, as expected a little wooden house, seeming to almost crumble upon it’s own weight. Moss grew on the edges and the door was left ever so slightly open. Just as Logamon prepared to knock upon that door, a digimon in a red dress matching the red apples they carried in a small basket (poisoned, prince Logamon assumed) emerged from the hut.
“Are you the one known as Witchmon?” Inquired Logamon.
“Why yes, indeed, I am!” The filthy witch replied, seeming oddly enough and excited. “Have you come to visit me? I haven’t had a visitor in ages!”
“You cannot fool me, you devimon! I know your tricks… and I know it was you who set those malicious words upon the princess on the castle! Just as she was a newborn no less…”
“Devimon? Tricks? Princess? Newborn?” The witchmoon turned to Lighdramon with an air of fake confusion, before turning to me. “Are you perhaps talking about the thing with the princess on the castle at the forest’s center?”
“Of course. Do not play dumb with me.”
“I wasn’t the one.”
…
“Pardon me?”
“I said I wasn’t the one. The one you want to talk with is the hooded man uphill. He works with a golden snimon, hard to miss. He was the one who said those things about the princess but-“
“Excuse me, does that mean you didn’t curse the princess?”
“No, I did not, but…”
And so, Logamon heroically took off to amend his mistake.
“Here I was so happy to finally have someone visit me. Kids these days…” The witchmon whispered to herself, and returning to her path to the other hut where she could deliver the poisoned apples.
After running for some time, or rather, riding, the prince realized something.
“I do not know which hill to climb. Meanwhile the princess remains in danger in her eternal sleep…”
“In that case, oh prince, allow me to bring some clarity to your confused mind.” A thick voice said. Turning to the side, a large golden bug digimon descended from the skies and landed besides him. Logamon moved to draw his blade but then he remembered he didn’t have one because that was not how he fought. The cloaked man in the large bug digimon laughed for a moment and reached out his hand. “Come with me, and I’m sure you will understand the meaning of all this. And I’m sure you will not mean me more harm after it. Let us return to the princess at once.”
With the large golden bug’s help, the group travelled all the way back to the castle, where the hooded man requested from a terrified maid that they be brought to the princess’s room. Within there, beautiful, laid Yume the princess. Still cursed, still asleep. The hooded man approached her and shook her shoulders quickly.
The princess yawned.
“Wait, how is she waking up?” The prince said, wide-eyed. “Was she not cursed?”
“Eh, what?”
“I heard of a curse set upon this castle’s princess. There were rumors of a princess that would never wake up, and a witch that whose treatment led to that. And the maid spoke of words that came true…”
“I uttered those words to the king.” Said the hooded man. “I told him if he kept pampering the princess like he was doing, she would end up lazy and slogging all day, and wouldn’t even be able to come greet the guests. I do not know who would call the princess a witch, but she is the one the rumors refer to. She never wakes up, not because she can’t, but because she is to lazy to.”
“Th-then what about the rumor about her never blooming into adulthood?”
“She is like a little kid. To pampered and never grew up. Maturity-wise, anyway.”
On this day, Logamon learned a valuable lesson. Jumping to conclusions can be very very bad.
Final Wordcount: about 1250
MPC Number: 52A
Reward Requested: Bits
Trotting forward in a steady but heavy march, a panting digimon carried another digimon through the forest. Yes, riding upon this lighdramon steed, Logamon the prince was very unsatisfied. With his eyes closed and his chin held high, he declared onto the deepest of digital woods which they crossed:
“Ah, what boredom Lighdramon, what boredom! How can this be? To cross these woods and find nothing but trees. And not a single meatpple one, no less. What a waste, what a waste.”
“Well my prince, surely we will find something. We have been travelling for two days already, after all. We are bound to find something. Perhaps if you climb one of the trees now while I take a rest, you will something that brings you interest in the horizon?” Suggested the Lighdramon. Logamon took a paw to his chin and with a nod from the tip of his cap, he agreed. One branch after the next, Logamon climbed the tree all the way to the tipty top and glanced upon it’s distant reaches. For the most part he saw nothing but trees and pines and pine trees, but one in particular caught his eye.
“Lighdramon, Lighdramon, what is that I see?” The prince shouted to his servant who just laid down on the grass. “A pinetree of stone, that cannot be! It must be a castle, I say! But a castle in the middle of these woods? I never heard of such a thing. I smell adventure my companion! Let us go at once! But first, perhaps, do you know of this castle at all?”
“Well, I have heard but rumours, my prince. I have heard only of a haunted or perhaps cursed castle with a princess who never awakes and shalt never bloom to adulthood, and that is the responsibility of the lord’s careless treatment of a certain witch since the princess’s birth..”
“Perhaps this is that castle! We must hurry, oh Lighdramon my friend. To the castle!”
The two of them rode straight to the castle in question. The prince announced himself and demanded the gates be opened. He was allowed in and offered tea, which he refused, requesting instead to see the princess. But the news he was reported were just as the rumors would suggest.
“The princess is yet to awake, my prince.” Said one of the maids, in clear distress. “She just won’t budge. It is as that strange person said, so long ago.”
“Fear not. I shall fix this situation for you.”
“My prince?” The maid inquired with a shocked incredulous look on her face.
With those words in his heart, the prince stormed out of the castle. He knew very well what he had to do. The very reason why he came to the woods in the first place was the reason the princess and the inhabitants of her castle were suffering. Among this sea of trees was a little old hut, a rotting one inhabited by a single old cunning Witchmon. It was terrible to imagine, but in his heart he could already tell what had transpired. At the princess’s hatching, the Witchmon must’ve come and seeing how blessed and adored the princess was while she was left abandoned and forgotten in her hut in the woods, the Witchmon must’ve placed a curse upon the newly born digimon to make her fall asleep.
For three days and three nights the prince and the steed journeyed, determined to find that Witchmon who brought such misfortune to that poor castle. At last, he managed to find the small hut. It was, as expected a little wooden house, seeming to almost crumble upon it’s own weight. Moss grew on the edges and the door was left ever so slightly open. Just as Logamon prepared to knock upon that door, a digimon in a red dress matching the red apples they carried in a small basket (poisoned, prince Logamon assumed) emerged from the hut.
“Are you the one known as Witchmon?” Inquired Logamon.
“Why yes, indeed, I am!” The filthy witch replied, seeming oddly enough and excited. “Have you come to visit me? I haven’t had a visitor in ages!”
“You cannot fool me, you devimon! I know your tricks… and I know it was you who set those malicious words upon the princess on the castle! Just as she was a newborn no less…”
“Devimon? Tricks? Princess? Newborn?” The witchmoon turned to Lighdramon with an air of fake confusion, before turning to me. “Are you perhaps talking about the thing with the princess on the castle at the forest’s center?”
“Of course. Do not play dumb with me.”
“I wasn’t the one.”
…
“Pardon me?”
“I said I wasn’t the one. The one you want to talk with is the hooded man uphill. He works with a golden snimon, hard to miss. He was the one who said those things about the princess but-“
“Excuse me, does that mean you didn’t curse the princess?”
“No, I did not, but…”
And so, Logamon heroically took off to amend his mistake.
“Here I was so happy to finally have someone visit me. Kids these days…” The witchmon whispered to herself, and returning to her path to the other hut where she could deliver the poisoned apples.
After running for some time, or rather, riding, the prince realized something.
“I do not know which hill to climb. Meanwhile the princess remains in danger in her eternal sleep…”
“In that case, oh prince, allow me to bring some clarity to your confused mind.” A thick voice said. Turning to the side, a large golden bug digimon descended from the skies and landed besides him. Logamon moved to draw his blade but then he remembered he didn’t have one because that was not how he fought. The cloaked man in the large bug digimon laughed for a moment and reached out his hand. “Come with me, and I’m sure you will understand the meaning of all this. And I’m sure you will not mean me more harm after it. Let us return to the princess at once.”
With the large golden bug’s help, the group travelled all the way back to the castle, where the hooded man requested from a terrified maid that they be brought to the princess’s room. Within there, beautiful, laid Yume the princess. Still cursed, still asleep. The hooded man approached her and shook her shoulders quickly.
The princess yawned.
“Wait, how is she waking up?” The prince said, wide-eyed. “Was she not cursed?”
“Eh, what?”
“I heard of a curse set upon this castle’s princess. There were rumors of a princess that would never wake up, and a witch that whose treatment led to that. And the maid spoke of words that came true…”
“I uttered those words to the king.” Said the hooded man. “I told him if he kept pampering the princess like he was doing, she would end up lazy and slogging all day, and wouldn’t even be able to come greet the guests. I do not know who would call the princess a witch, but she is the one the rumors refer to. She never wakes up, not because she can’t, but because she is to lazy to.”
“Th-then what about the rumor about her never blooming into adulthood?”
“She is like a little kid. To pampered and never grew up. Maturity-wise, anyway.”
On this day, Logamon learned a valuable lesson. Jumping to conclusions can be very very bad.
Final Wordcount: about 1250
