by cosmos.; » Sun Oct 11, 2015 4:40 am
I know everyone has heard of Midas, and his daughter Philomena. But I doubt you have ever heard of his second daughter, Phoebe. She was never acknowledged in the story at all. Well, Phoebe took over the throne after Midas and Philomena died from turning into gold, since she had been out in the mystical forest. However, the princess was fated to meet a worse end than her ancestors.
Phoebe strolled about in her garden, doing her daily gardening. As her eyes drifted to the edge of their sockets, she spied a tiny red dragon. Her heart leapt. It was one of the extremely rare Fire Dragons - ones that would grant a wish to the worthy. But as this one was still young, he would not know who was worthy or not. And, being a arrogant monarch, she thought she was.
After a bit of caring, biting, and murmuring, the dragon allowed himself to be cared for by Phoebe's guards, or from her perspective - slaves. The flames in his hide soon began to flicker, and in a flash, he grew to the size of a tree.
"You have cared for me. What is your wish, mistress?" The room was filled with smoke as he spoke.
Phoebe thought carefully. She would not wish for gold, as much as she wanted more riches, since it had killed both her father and her sister. Another thought instantly struck her as she thought of riches. Silver. It had been her favorite color, and was also about to make her rich.
"I wish everything I touched turned into silver."
The dragon snorted with laughter, unsurprised that the daughter of Midas had asked for almost the same ability as him, but nevertheless, he flapped his wings, and disappeared in the fading, fiery light.
Phoebe grinned, prettily. Walking out to her garden, she touched her most beautiful flower, and it turned into a silky grey color, making it so it no longer needed to be watered. She laughed, but not menacingly, as she ran her fingers through the walls of her palace.
Just like her father, she took a seat at her table. She took care not to touch the water with her hands, delicately holding the cup. However, she spat out a chunk of ore the next second. Silver ore. It was happening.
Panicking, she quickly asked a guard to put some chicken in her mouth. To her horror, the meat had turned to ore too, and so had the guard. Forcing herself to stay calm, she ordered her guards to find the dragon she had met only an hour ago, and capture him. Unlike her father, who had simply asked.
Surprisingly, the dragon had grown to the size of the hall, but the guards managed to keep it down, showering water and wine over it. The fire dragon puffed out a cloud of smoke weakly, then looked up at the queen glaring down at him.
"Remove this curse, now!"
"I cannot. You must visit the Phoenix in the cave"
Phoebe instantly ran off to the cave, alone. Once inside, she found a glowing orange bird, one that might have looked like the dragon's mother if it had been a reptile.
"Remove this curse, at ONCE!" the Princess spat at the Phoenix. She did not care as the bird cringed when liquid worked against gas.
Still not muttering a word, the Phoenix whipped out a chalice with a strange mixture in it. Not knowing better, Phoebe gulped it down in an instant. As she did, there was a strange feeling inside her, as if her soul was being burnt out. Before she could ask, the princess was engulfed in a burst of flame.
The Phoenix, seeming indifferent to the whole situation, suddenly grabbed the body of the former queen, and clawed out a hole in the ground, revealing two golden statues - one female, and one male. Both monarchs.
Without a word, the Phoenix buried Phoebe by her family.
And what about the castle? The Phoenix seemingly disappeared after the incident, and Phoebe's silver palace was gradually mined down for riches. No one ever spoke of Phoebe again, or the fiery creatures, and the tale gradually faded into dust.
Still, would it have been better if this was a common fairy-tale?
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