How should I start? This tale of mine, that is.
Ah! I know!
The only way I could possibly describe my part in our history is by asking you the next question:
What is a fairy tale?
Scholar claims that such form of storytelling belongs to equally anyone, for such thing doesn’t have a true author that gave birth to it. To others, it’s a fantasy, an imagined and fanciful idea of the Middle Ages. But they are far older than those times.
And also they exist in all times and places.
They say that fairy tales don’t have connections to parts of the real human history, as they come from the wildest imaginations of the folk that came up with such stories. As such, one can say that these stories have fantastic elements – like magic – that are impossible to be considered true facts. Its origins could be described as blurred and obscure at best. A wonderland fabricated from dreaming minds to give the curious ear a story to kill time with it. Perhaps there’s a lesson hidden in them.
Perhaps it just wants you to have a bad experience and ruin your day!
Fairy comes from the Latin word ‘fata’ or fates! In the broader sense of that word, it could mean ‘Spirits’. That’s why some tales have more than benevolent and magical beings aiding the protagonist to emerge triumphant against all odds. They possess adversaries too. Evil entities from the darkest witch to the mischievous cat are part of them too. All in the name of giving our heroes a test to overcome, for what use is the journey if you don’t learn something from it? Everyone needs their fair share of adventure and danger, daring against the unknown. Forming bonds with the passing people or forging ill-relationships with your enemies, all is part of the experience.
But beware! For sometimes you awaken the devil himself when dealing with forces you don’t understand. Or you do not know their true nature at first glimpse. And by the time you realize what you have called to your own door wasn’t the little mouse you expected, it becomes too late to regret your decision!
It’s very subjective, the true meaning of a fairy tale, that is. Could they be considered real?
Yes! Most people do believe in fairy tales!
How could that be? People from all ages always say something like, ‘I wish upon a star that my problems go away!’, or something pretty similar. And I ask of you:
Why?
I’ll tell you! From my point of view, we, as humanity, have the single desire to reach individual happiness! And how could we reach such happiness? There are many dreams to that answer, for each dreamer loves to behold its reality as their truth.
In many truths of society, it seems that money is the answer to everything. It can buy you a nice house, a good car, a great pet, and many other possessions that you could possibly imagine. If it exists, and you have the money, you can buy it. If it does not exist, but you have the money, eventually, you will buy it too. That if you wish to do such buying. But there exist exceptions! There are always exceptions to every rule!
You can’t buy feelings that come from the heart!
You can hire an escort, but they will never be your friends! You can hire a lover, but not a beloved! Money, like all worthless things, becomes dust in the sea of stars! But feelings, real ones, last to the infinity!
They make echo through time and space! Even if such soul mates are separated from each other through their fleeting lives, they will eventually meet one day in the beyond! But even a fleeting life could feel long, stressful and colorless when you are alone in this life! Well… I was not that alone by the time of my appearance to my friends’ lives, but…
Gracious Goodness! It was sure a boring experience before that point!
Once upon a time, in a cozy evening inside the Champion Lounge after classes were over, a young, plain and boring student was sitting in a sofa, drinking the warm tea of the season. Only a single candle was illuminating the room. For such things as white lights straight from the invention of man bothered the eyes of apathy.
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“Nitpick?” Miss Sparkle was assertive.
“Don’t make me strangle your neck, Midnight…”
“What did you say, Bittersweet? Speak louder!” My intellectual friend was enjoying the moment.
“Nothing.”
“Hee hee hee! Your dishonesty is so charming! I hope it dies soon enough!”
“Thanks for your kind words, Princess Oakwood!” He said cynically.
“My beloved friend, keep talking to me like this and I will tell the uncensored version of our tale.”
He immediately put his head and hands in the available parts of the table. “I deeply regret my behavior!”
“Excellent!” I clapped.
“Why is there an uncensored version?”
“Because I was not a very good-hearted person until much later!” I smiled. She gulped. “Where was I?”
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It was six in the evening during one fateful September 25th, Wednesday. When I enrolled in Crystal Prep, I was automatically selected as a Champion Leader of the second class because of my status. Sure, I have good grades and I was considered worthy of the position. But I did not earn it unlike the rest of my peers. It was just granted… like everything in my life, because of my lineage.
Like a fairy tale where the noble hero has the happy life! The happy ending! With uncountable riches at her disposal! The only difference was… that this fact made me miserable! I had no need or desire for such easy life when almost everyone around me struggled to reach their happy ending!
Where I, in my misfortune, or blessing, was born already with the happy ending! It was bothersome enough when people asked me what new extravagancy I had bought with the fortune that wasn’t mine in the first place. But more annoying it was for me when said people were actually jealous of my status!
What a group of imbeciles they are! Who could possibly be happy with a fate such as mine? Arriving home where barely your family was there to greet you was a sad existence enough. And when we actually were together, it was as grim as the night without stars to guide you to the northern path of the Milky Way!
That eventually annoyed me to no end, made me even bitterer about my life-style than ever. At least, when I was a Champion with duties to accomplish by myself, the second class community was the minority on Crystal Prep Academy, so I did not have to make a lot political struggle with them. Since he enjoys the melody of his voice, my imbecile of a brother did all the nightmarish talking for me!
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“HEY!”
“HUSH, BLUEBLOOD!”
He cowered partially below the table.
“Oh! I didn’t have any idea that the rich people suffered like that!” Miss Sparkle said… tenderly.
“Oh, Miss Sparkle! Not everything is like those filthy treacherous magazines say about the famous and millionaires! Did you know that Fleur Dis Lee, your old classmate, is actually engaged with a man fourteen years older than her?”
“WHAT!? Marriage! B-but she is just sixteen!”
“No, Miss Sparkle!” My brother spoke. “She is actually seventeen and Mr. Fancy Pants will take care of her nicely once she turns eighteen! I know the man and he is a classy gentleman!”
“She will suffer greatly a life of arranged business decisions because of this! Imagine the loves she could enjoy in her time of youth! Now, her future is ruined! Just because lineage! Thankfully, Mother gave me freedom to choose the one I will fall in love with!”
“You could have married Mr. Pants if you hadn’t rejected him, Sister!”
“Would you marry Miss Lee if you had the chance, fiendish sibling?”
“Why, but of course! She is elegant, smart, and worthy of being a queen!”
“Where is my friend? This Blueblood must be a double!” My intellectual friend said with mockery.
“HEY!”
I clapped my hands softly. “Now, now! The point is that the rich suffer too, even if most of them won’t admit it! Now, where was I?”
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“Ah! Peace at last!” I said while I raised my cup of tea. My pinky finger was raised to the heavens. Because you now, Tea! It’s just hot brown slop you dip biscuits in! I am wrong?
‘Slam’
“Who is't dares to slam the doth'r ope? And wherefore didst thee turneth on the lights?” When my eyes adjusted, I saw the figure of a long-haired girl with silver tonality. Her eyes looked at me piercingly behind those glasses of her. “Candie Sugarcoat! Dusty Silverwind’s polrumptious dog!”
At that time, I did not like my intellectual friend… at all. I always considered her a hot-blooded student disguised as a cool-headed teenager with excellent scores in school. Like her predecessor, she wanted excellence from anyone who assisted to Crystal Prep. At that time, I considered that trait inspiring… and extremely annoying.
So, speaking Old English did the trick to shun them away… or so I thought it would be.
“I don’t have any idea what does that mean, but it must be offensive.” She said heavily.
“It means disruptive, mine own unwelcom'd guest!” I took a sip of my tea. “What doth thee wanteth of me?”
“…I need your help.”
“Wherefore shouldst I holp thee?”
“Could you please speak in normal English?”
“I am speaking in normal English!”
“Modern English, I mean!”
“Oh! Well… nay!” I took another sip.
“Please…” She humbled herself in a gentle vow “I need your help!”
I sighed with reluctance. My time of peace was ruined. But then again, when the feelings were pure, I could not help but feel empathy towards her weaknesses. After all…
I bleed red too.
“Very well, then. What is the problem?”
Thankfully she was brief because at that time, my patience was extremely limited. When all was said and done, it was time to go home and think about the kind of method I needed to enforce to these supposed troublemakers.
The answer was so simple for me at that time. Or so I thought it was. Everyone had a price, a limit where their pride would submit to the earthly delights of money. When I enrolled to that place, I made several gestures of kindness to my peers so they could improve their equipment and gain their good side while at it.
It was not a surprise that it worked marvelously. The people greeted me with hypocrisy! Their shameful greed hidden behind facades consisting of smiles and good fortunes! It was all so troublesome, but quiet at least! They did not annoy me that much! So in the end, it was a win-win situation!
All idea of my imbecile of a brother, nonetheless!
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“You are still angry because I didn’t come to help you in the cleaning, aren’t you?”
“Yes, my idiotic brother! So be quiet while I speak, fiend!”
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Next day, after classes were over, I searched for them in the fields of the school. It seems that my intellectual friend had made a relatively accurate map of their usual routes around Crystal Prep. Then, nearby the fields of the school, there they were, walking to exit with glimmering happiness and romanticized gestures in their visages. It was… warm.
Nevertheless, if I wanted her to stop annoying me at that time, then I only had one job to do.
“Halt, you insolent swine!”
Both of them looked at me with sudden raging eyes. “If you are a stupid champion of this school…” They said in unison.
“Oh, resistance.” They looked at me with surprise. “Pardon me, where are my good manners?” I made a curtsey. “My name is Reem Oakwood, at your service!”
My womanizer of a Father and my Mother said once that the Oakwood and Blueblood surnames were legacies that were respected. That those two belonged among the various family names of titans that ruled this little, silly world. All I needed to do was to say my name, the common folk would immediately recognize who I was, and everything would go along the path I wanted it to be!
It worked in school, in the streets, in high society, and it would work with two simpletons!
As they looked at each other with skepticism, I already had in my mind what would be their answer. One of them would say something like, ‘OH! We are so sorry, Miss Oakwood!’, while smiling with greed and idiocy in its face. The other would say something like, ‘To what gives this honor of speaking with us?’, or something far more foolish. From there, I would bribe them to work for my intellectual friend and everything would come back to the status quo. The first to speak was my beloved friend.
His words… will forever live in my heart!
“Who the hell are you?”
The darkness of my world shattered into million pieces as his words pierced it with relentless righteousness. I could hear it! The chants of the heavens! An opera song sang from the heart of melodious woman that at last found something out of the ordinary as his words pummeled my soul!
I was… enchanted.
“Look, bitch!” His companion followed. “We don’t care who the fuck you are but get out of our way and you won’t be harmed!”
Another heavy blow was delivered to my spirit. I was about to collapse to the floor from the excitement of meeting such rude people. Neither the people that hated my parents nor the people who had deep jealously, bitterness, and discord against me, not EVEN my own flesh and blood had ever insulted me directly!
It was… genuine!
But I had a job to do, so I needed to follow my plan!
“I have been told that you had been naughty, little students recently! I came here to give you a solution to our problems!”
“Oh, we already have one! What about leaving us along and we won’t cause trouble?” My mighty friend said.
“I am deeply sorry but that will not do! Little Sugarcoat wants me to help her out in her silly, glorified ambitions of greatness! So, you must submit, for the greater good!”
“And if we say no?”
“Oh! Do not worry! It does not mean that you will not be rewarded for submitting to school labor!” I showed them two genuine checks with the quantity of seventy-thousand dollars in each. “Consider this a payment for our future union! Now, take this and go with Sugarcoat to fulfill your new jobs.”
They breathed deeply, and walked towards me. I thought that I was victorious… but instead, my mighty friend grabbed me from behind, carried me while my beloved friend went to the trash bin that was once used for my intellectual friend, pasted a sticker that said ‘Champions’, opened the bin and I was thrown inside the Trash Bin!
“Listen, you little brat!” My mighty friend said while shredding to pieces the checks. “Tell your champion friends that next time someone of your kind shows, we’ll throw you here without question!”
“Want to avoid that? STOP BOTHERING US!” And with that, both of them left me there.
So there I was, inside Champions the Trash Bin. It was cleaner than I thought. It smelled of cheap cleaner product. A kind gesture, but I would have wished they used a lavender scent instead of the original. It was spacious for a trash bin. So I decided to stay there for a while as I was looking at my aggressors walking away to the horizon.
I never felt so defenseless before. They even rejected bribery from me. Bribery! Oh, the scandal that an Oakwood member failed in such negotiations would bring my Mother shame! Worse still, the royal blood flowing inside of me did not help in my case! So it was a double failure! My useless Father would feel disgraced by my results! There was only one thing I thought about! One single fact that crossed my mind…
Marvelous!
I wanted more of those feelings! My heartbeat was increasing its tempo! My soul started to ignite in the flames of desire! I wanted them! I needed them! My long-awaited wish came true! A chance to feel the struggle of the common folk! An opportunity to fight for my happy ending! A ticket to experience the pleasures of sweet, cold vengeance!
Oh! I still remember the look of their backs, while deep inside of me, a burning passion awakened. I felt alive! At that time, I only wanted one thing from them! One single purpose I wished from them…
Their suffering!
I got out of Champions’ cold embrace and walked straight to the exit. There, my loyal Rosaline Star waited for my arrival. Her expression towards me was unforgettable.
“My Lady! I have never seen such vivid eyes from you before! Did something good happen in school?” She was happy for me as she opened the limousine’s door.
“My faithful follower!” We got inside and sat comfortably. “Please prepare Operation Vindicta on the unused space of our home! I want it ready before my special day!”
She vowed her head with pleasure. “It will be done!”
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“And with that, I must exit the stage for a while! I did not make my appearance again until the twenty-nine of that month! My brother is next! Any questions?”
“Can I go home?” Miss Sparkle asked in fright.
“Of course not, Miss Sparkle! There’s just two acts left to our tale and it’s still early! Six in the evening is too soon to call it a day!” My brother said. “Besides, it IS my turn!”
“Don’t glorify yourself, Blueblood!”
“My plebian friend, have I done such thing before?”
“YES!” My friends and I yelled in agony, much to Miss Sparkle’s dismay.
“HMPH! You should learn of Miss Sparkle and Mr. Lightbulb! They both know how to behave!”
“I don’t know you well enough to judge so I won’t be part of it!”
“And I think you are… different!”
“That’s her way to say that you are a pain in the ass, Arbelth!”
“Language!”
“Oh, but Twilight!”
“Now, now, now! It’s my turn now! So, listen only to my voice!”