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Happy Ever After: A Fairy Tale

The final Spanish short story has many of the elements of a fairy tale. The story begins by telling the reader that these events took place many years ago in a far away land. Daniel Lyons gives us a world of magical words and mirrors, a captive princess, an evil witch, and a prince whose timing is perfect.


Daniel Lyons, Grade 9

Siempre Felices

Hace muchos años había una princesa bonita que vivía en una tierra lejana. Vivía en un castillo enorme con sus padres, el rey y la reina. Tambien había una bruja en el reino quien le ha puesto un hechizo en la princesa. La reina era la bruja.

La princesa tenía que vivir en un cuarto pequeño encima del castillo. La reina guardaba a la princesa contra su voluntad. Los criados le entregaban la comida todos los días. Ella no podrá salir hasta que un príncipe guapo la besará. Según el hechicero, la princesa y el príncipe tendrían que besar antes del toque de la medianoche en el tercer día del año.

Como siempre, la princesa barría el piso. Ella estaba cansada de trabajar mientras la reina vivía la vida lujosa. La princesa se llevaba harapos todos los días y estaba perdiendo la esperanza. La princesa quería escaparse pero no podía.

Cada día la reina miraba su espejo mágico. El espejo le decía, “Usted, mi reina, eres la más bonita de todas.” También el espejo le daba noticias de visitantes. Aquel día, el espejo le dijo que se acercaba un príncipe guapo. La reina mandó a las guardias que no den paso al príncipe.

Por la tarde, vino un príncipe guapo al castillo. Él llamó en el puerta grande y un guardia abrió a la puerta.

“Estoy aquí para librar a la princesa,” dijo el príncipe.

“No puede entrar y no puede verla,” repuso la guardia. “Para verla, debes hablar con el brujo sapo. Vive en el pantano.”

El príncipe hizo como le dijo la guardia. El brujo sapo estuvo feliz al conocer al príncipe y le explicó, “Tú necesitas decir ‘abracadabra’ en la entrada del castillo. La puerta mágica se abrirá y podrás encontrar a la princesa.”

Unos momentos antes de la medianoche el príncipe se apresuró a la entrada del castillo y él dijo “abracadabra” y la puerta abrió. Él entró en la oscuridad y buscaba la princesa en todas partes.

Finalmente halló un ropero. Unos sonidos extraños vinieron del ropero. Ló abrió y descubrió la princesa bonita. Se quedaron pocos minutos antes de la medianoche. Él le dijo todo lo que había pasado.

El príncipe le dijo, “Vas a ser mi reina.”

“Sí, mi amor,” repuso ella. “Gracias a Dios. Viviremos libres.”

Ellos se besaron exactamente en el momento en que tocó el reloj la medianoche. La bruja murió de repente y la gente del reino estaba feliz. Todos vivirían felices y en paz para siempre.



English

Forever Happy

Many years ago there was a beautiful princess who lived in a far away land. She lived in a huge castle with her parents, the king and the queen. There was also a witch in the kingdom who had put a spell on the princess. The queen was the witch.

The princess had to live in a small room on top of the castle. The queen kept the princess there against her will. The maids delivered food to her every day. She couldn't leave until a handsome prince kissed her. Acccording to the spell, the princess and the prince would have to kiss before the strike of midnight on the third day of the year.

As always, the princess was sweeping the floor. She was tired of working while the queen lived the life of luxury. She wore rags everyday and was losing hope. She wanted to escape, but couldn't.

Each day the queen looked in her magic mirror. The mirror used to tell her, "You, my queen, are the most beautiful of all." The mirror also gave news about visitors. That day the mirror told her that a handsome prince was approaching. The queen ordered the guards not to allow the prince to pass.

In the afternoon a handsome prince came to the castle. He knocked on the big door and a guard opened the door.

"I'm here to free the princess," said the prince.

"You can't enter and you can't see her," replied the guard. "You see her, you should speak with the toad wizard. He lives in the swamp."

The prince did as the guard told him. The toad wizard was happy to meet the prince and explained to him, "You need to say 'abracadabra' at the entrance to the castle and the magic door will open and you will be able to find the princess."

A few moments before midnight the prince was rushing to the castle entrance and he said "abracadabra" and the door opened. He entered the darkness and was looking everywhere for the princess.

Finally, he found a wardrobe. Strange sounds were coming from the wardrobe. He opened it and found the beautiful princess. Only a few second remained before midnight. He explained everything to her.

He told her, "You are going to be my queen."

"Yes, my love," she replied. "Thank God! We'll live free."

The two kissed exactly as the clock struck midnight. The witch suddenly died and the people of the kingdom were happy. Everyone would live happily and in peace for ever.

Comments

Daniel, Your story is exciting to read. You have all the elements of a classic fairy tale, (except for a McGuffin). You have a good plot and developed it well. So much happens in this very short story!
Daniel, I'm praying that your surgery goes well. God bless you!
Today Daniel Lyons is undergoing major surgery. I ask readers to pray for this wonderful Christian young man.
PTL! Daniel has just let me know that he came through the scoliosis surgery well. He is now 2 inches taller!

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