Which Fairy Tale Was Not Written By The Brothers Grimm Mga Nobela at Kwento

He’s real? “If prince charming’s real, I’m going to go and search for him now!” I exclaimed, my eyes wide and mouth open in shock. Why didn’t anyone tell me this before?! I could’ve found him by now! I wonder if he has a palace made of candies… Wait… I’m mixing my fairy tales… It was the witch from Hansel and Gretel’s story who had a house of candies… Silly me! But Prince Charming might be able to get me a palace made of candies, right?

No matter how good a dream is, we always have to snap back from it. All fairy tales usually have a happy ending, the prince saves the princess from an ogre, a knight in shining armor saves a lady from a hulky brute of a man and so forth. But the world lies, that is not what always happens. Fairy tales rarely have a happy ending. The prince will save the princess and trip down some stairs, fall down and break his neck. Or the lady will live for a few years as a wife to the night and die from child birth. The story tellers never give the actual tale, the sell what appeases to the eye and heart.

Dorian, still processing the information, muttered, “A fairy? I never thought we would meet a fairy.” Kane, making an unusual connection, asked, “So it's like the tooth fairy?” Ignis corrected, “No, it's not like the tooth fairy because she doesn't exist.” Cassian, still skeptical of what Ignis was saying, commented, “Werewolves also don't exist, but you just told us we are.” Ignis, understanding the boys' perplexity, patiently explained, “There are many things in this world that are beyond common understanding. Werewolves, Peeira, and other creatures exist.”

Cancan answered, raising his hands as if he were holding something heavy. “The story is not like that; although that touch would give it a little more realism, after all, he would do justice for not receiving his payment. It's like the one about the goblin called Rumpelstiltskin, who helped the princess at a crossroads put there by her father. Who, in order to make a big deal out of it, made a joke about his daughter turning straw into gold, and that's what he was talking about, pure straw. That is why the king was filled with greed, capturing her and threatening her that if she did not transform tons of that grass into threads of the golden metal, he would kill her together with her talkati

the priest voiced out grabbing everyone attention. "It was your fault old man, you were delaying the marriage with your experiments with fire. That's why she ran away" sandy whined like a kid getting back to his other side of charm boy. But still, he is mad at his Cinderella for not inviting his sister for their marriage. Again, he will punish her in his own way that she thinks 1000 times before to anger him. "Let's get it fast" Arya voiced out as he feels something is not right with the atmosphere. His intuitions never went wrong.

Most of the books were old, some wrapped in cracked leather, others with faded ink. I picked one at random, a tale I vaguely remembered from childhood: a brave prince who slays a monster to rescue a princess locked in a tower. I expected the familiar ending. But this version was different. The prince failed, and the monster won. The princess was dragged into darkness, her screams carved into the final page like a curse. A chill skated down my spine. Disturbed, I reached for another. Hansel and Gretel, except in this one, the witch didn’t perish in the oven.

// A/N: Author Charles Perrault wrote a fiary tale in 1697 called Le Petit Chaperon Rouge, later it was adapted into Little Red Riding Hood by the Brothers Grim Sorry the update was so late, <3 Happy Reading

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