Sunday, 09 September 2012
Here we go, Last round:
Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away a newborn baby cried out on crisp night air. This baby was a by-product of a forbidden love affair. As she grew up, her existence was unknown in the kingdom. Once she was old and strong enough to fend for herself, she was banished to the nearby slum, Ghetto so fair. She watched a happy kingdom (Ghetto so fair) turn to darkness and when this happened she sought the counsel of a wise and powerful voodoo witch. The request was simple- to reunite her beloved Ghetto so fair in a peaceful manner. The voodoo witch thought the best method was through dance.
Spinderella has successfully reunited the ghetto in a peaceful manner. Once again she is the most adored and revered person in all of Ghetto so fair. The recent renaissance to power was overshadowed by the murky, ominous past of the Ghetto she loved and adored. SHe'd been in the situation before, top of the heap, only to watch her world crumble beneath her feet. In her heart, Spinderella knew she had to do something drastic to prevent a recurrence of the hostility and violence that would soon cripple the Ghetto again.
After such a busy day of dancing, Spinderella immediately fell into a deep sleep. It was riddled with dreams of strange lands, and long winding roads through beautiful countryside. She woke up, and the fell back into a fitful, uneasy sleep. During her sleep, a vision interrupted yet another dream. The dream faded and as the fuzz dissipated the voodoo witch was brought into sharper focus. Her head and eyes rolled back and the witch let out a terrifying wail. Suddenly, the voodoo witch snapped forward with a piercing stare and spoke directly to Spinderella.
"Listen closely for what you desire
You must keep fighting for until you retire
There is a device which you shall seek
To give hope to the destitute, strength to the meek
Over the hill and through a small gap
There lives a noble and charming young chap
He has the smarts and the wit
He will be a traveling companion most fit."
The vision faded just as quickly as it had arrived. Spinderella was grasping for pieces of the riddle. She knew she had to travel to a nearby village she had only heard about from those elders in the Ghetto. Spinderella knew the journey is one she had to make, but the road would be long and daunting. There would be danger, but this prophesied young man would be her companion on the way and that little bit of information was most uplifting to Spinderella as she was to embark on this adventure.
At the first grey of dawn, Spinderella hastily packed a small bag, it'd be much easier to travel lightly. Hopefully there would be places to replenish the waning supplies. The first rays of sun were just kissing the horizon as Spinderella set out for the village beyond the mountain. Spinderella walked all day, only pausing enough to eat or drink. Thankfully it was cool and a little overcast, which made traveling that much easier. As Spinderella passed through the gap, she stopped. Looking down into the flood plain below were many small twinkling lights. She had found the village! She started running towards the village when she saw something that made her stop a second time. In the middle of all the small twinkling lights, a large fire had suddenly sprung into being. It was so far away, she couldn't make out people against the fire.
Spinderella finally made her way into earshot as the last embers were glowing and people were parting ways. By the time she had reached the common area in which the fire had taken place there were only a handful of people left. She saw the guy who was prophesied to her standing near the back. She waited quietly in the shadows until the others had parted ways. Spinderella wanted to make sure they were quite alone so that she didn't make a fool out of herself in such a strange place. She approached him and he instantly knew who she was. "The voodoo witch", Spinderella began but this classy lad introduced himself as David and simply said he too had seen a prophesy and he would tell her all about it in the morning.
The following morning, David woke Spinderella up early and took her to the outskirts of town. After eating a light breakfast he stated that he too had gone to the voodoo witch and used her enchantments and potions to better himself. As repayment, he now had to set out on a daunting journey. The witch had appeared to David just as he had to Spinderella. The voodoo witch said that David was to lead Spinderella to the lair of Lust, where Spinderella was to stand trial. He too packed a bag and they set off shortly after.
It was a few days and nights hike to the lair of Lust. Spinderella and David spent a lot of time talking and sharing stories of their past, their successes, and what they wanted from the future. They both agreed a low-key future would be wonderful after finding out they both had tumultuous pasts.
On the fourth day, they reached the lair of Lust. As they were waiting around outside, a bush blew in the wind. But then the bush started walking. Spinderella and David chased the bush into a nearby copse of trees. There the voodoo witch revealed herself and said
"In order to rule the ghetto most fair
Spinderella must go and enter the lair
Inside is a sly guy named Nate
He will hold the key to your fate
Recover from him the golden teeth
And your head will be adorned with a wreath
You will be the girl to stand
The most beloved in all the land."
Spinderella considered this for a while, pacing the ground. Back and forth she walked in the mouth of the cave, tracing and retracing her steps. Finally it settled upon her, what she needed to do. Much like the stories of valiant princes she recalled from childhood, she was going to have to sweep in there and take what was rightfully hers from the clutches of some nameless, faceless villain. So Spinderella took a big breath, let out a big sigh and entered the lair.
She noticed it was a wonderfully kept place. Furs everywhere, plush surroundings, not to mention every luxury she could imagine. As she was poking around, she didn't even notice that Nate had appeared in the doorframe. But Spinderella looked up and couldn't help but be instantly attracted. He was, to her, the most ideal looking man she had ever seen. Even as he spoke her name, she couldn't help but be drawn to him. Those eyes just seemed to be pulling her in. Next thing she knew, Spinderella was sitting with Nate on the couch, talking about happier times and reminiscing on the good old days over some alcohol. Spinderella knew that if she could keep the conversation flowing, she'd be able to get Nate so drunk that he'd pass out and she could steal his golden grille.
About two hours later, Nate passed out. Spinderella quickly reached into his mouth, snatched out his golden grille and bolted. Just outside the lair, right where she'd left him was David. She quickly flashed the grille to him, before returning it to her pocket. The pair had to make good time tonight because who knew what perils would befall them come sunrise.
Waking up in the morning, Spinderella and David quickly packed up camp and moved towards the village. Spinderella stopped and was standing stock-still in the middle of a forest clearing. She tilted her head to the side, listening hard. She recognized the noise and sure enough, all the Kings horses and all the Kings men had come to find them.
Spinderella and David were swept up in a nearly riotous celebration because Spinderella had finally taken the powers of the long-evil Nate. He was apparently a former entertainer in the house of the king who'd made off with one of the royal chalice's and had it melted and reworked into a grille. The kings horses and men quickly took Spinderella and David to the land Spinderella formerly called home. After many congratulatory meals, feasts, and celebrations Spinderella and David had their fill. Spinderella requested that she be returned home to her Ghetto most fair and David to his village.
This was the time for David though, he took Spinderellas hands in his own, got down on one knee and said "I propose I move to the Ghetto most fair with you, will you marry me?" Spinderella was taken aback but honored nonetheless. "Of Course" she whispered. As they rode up to the Ghetto, they were once again greeted with rabid celebration. Spinderella had created a name for herself among men and had the might of the kingdom behind her.
Just as the party was getting started, Spinderella hit the ground hard. There was massive amounts of blood pouring from her abdomen. She had been shot.