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A broad grin passed over the child’s lips as the bird requested a story. There were thousands of stories her father had told her and ones she had made up herself. Instantly her mind drifted to the tales of knights and damsels her father had told, but she then she decided to make her own twist upon the story. It would be much more fun if the knight was a woman, no one cared about men(at least Arya didn’t). She waited a moment to see if the adults would speak but when neither did she stepped forward.
“Once upon a time,” Arya began as that was how every story had to begin. “There was a great king who ruled over a land vast and beautiful. You see, this king wasn’t any ordinary king she was a girl.” She could feel herself trembling a bit with excitement. This was her story and she would ensure that this woman wasn’t a mere damsel in distress. “She was wild as the winds and she often could be seen running through the thick forests that covered her lands. One day she ran beyond her borders to see a beautiful maiden washing herself in a brook. The king fell hopelessly in love with the dark haired girl. The king approached her and declared her love. The maiden fell in love at first sight as well and the pair went to her father to beg to let the king marry the girl. The lord didn’t want to hand off his beloved daughter so easily, so, he sent the king upon an impossible quest to find a stone that had been lost to their people. The king embarked upon the journey and searched over river and mountain for these stones so she could wed her beloved.
She would find the stone in the depths of the earth where the evilest creatures lived. By this point she was exhausted and when she tried to run off with the stone she would find wolves in her path. As the great battle ensued it would seem hope was lost, until the king’s beloved came and rescued her from the wolves. Then they galloped off into the sunset and lived happily ever after.”
[The story Arya told was a sort of rough retelling of the story of Luthien and Beren ]
“Once upon a time,” Arya began as that was how every story had to begin. “There was a great king who ruled over a land vast and beautiful. You see, this king wasn’t any ordinary king she was a girl.” She could feel herself trembling a bit with excitement. This was her story and she would ensure that this woman wasn’t a mere damsel in distress. “She was wild as the winds and she often could be seen running through the thick forests that covered her lands. One day she ran beyond her borders to see a beautiful maiden washing herself in a brook. The king fell hopelessly in love with the dark haired girl. The king approached her and declared her love. The maiden fell in love at first sight as well and the pair went to her father to beg to let the king marry the girl. The lord didn’t want to hand off his beloved daughter so easily, so, he sent the king upon an impossible quest to find a stone that had been lost to their people. The king embarked upon the journey and searched over river and mountain for these stones so she could wed her beloved.
She would find the stone in the depths of the earth where the evilest creatures lived. By this point she was exhausted and when she tried to run off with the stone she would find wolves in her path. As the great battle ensued it would seem hope was lost, until the king’s beloved came and rescued her from the wolves. Then they galloped off into the sunset and lived happily ever after.”
[The story Arya told was a sort of rough retelling of the story of Luthien and Beren ]
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