Half Upon a Time

  Half Upon a Time

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Half upon a time / by James Riley. — 1st Aladdin hardcover ed.

  p. cm.

  Summary: In the village of Giant’s Hand Jack’s grandfather has been

  pushing him to find a princess and get married, so when a young lady

  falls out of the sky wearing a shirt that says “Punk Princess,” and she tells Jack that her grandmother, who looks suspiciously like the long-missing Snow White, has been kidnapped, Jack decides to help her.

  ISBN 978-1-4169-9593-7

  [1. Fairy tales. 2. Adventure and adventurers—Fiction.] I. Title.

  PZ8.R433Hal 2010

  [Fic]—dc22

  2010012714

  ISBN 978-1-4169-9595-1 (eBook)

  Dedicated to anyone

  whose story didn’t go as planned.

  Seriously, who writes these things?

  Half Upon a Time

  Chapter 1

  Once upon a time, Jack wouldn’t have been caught dead in a princess rescue. Yet here he was, in the middle of a cave—a dark and stupid cave—on his way to do just that. This was all such a waste of time, and after that last fight with what was apparently supposed to be a troll, his arm really hurt.

  From deep within the cave came what was probably supposed to be a bloodcurdling roar. Jack sighed, rolled his eyes, and slowed down to wait. A roar like that could only mean bad things … and sure enough, a ball of fire came burning down the corridor, exploding just a few inches from his left arm. The heat caused him to jerk his body to the right, saving him from the second fireball, which blew through the spot he’d just been standing in.

  “Hey!” Jack yelled indignantly. “You almost hit me!” Without waiting for a reply, he dropped to his knees, yanked out the blunt prop sword he’d been given, and whipped it end over end toward the source of the fireballs.

  A second later Jack heard a dull thunk, followed by a groan and what sounded like a body hitting the cave floor. He smiled, then helped himself to his feet and continued on, the corridor now thankfully free of fireballs. As he walked, he looked himself over, realizing with annoyance that somewhere along the line his tan shirt and pants had both been ripped. Perfect. As if he had that many clothes to begin with.

  A bit deeper in, a bright green dragon mask lay on the floor in two separate pieces, split by the otherwise completely useless sword. Just past the mask was an unconscious boy dressed all in green, a deep red bruise spreading over his face. Apparently, Jack’s aim had been better than he thought.

  He briefly felt bad about knocking the boy out, but then remembered how close the fireballs had come, and all guilt disappeared. Picking up his prop sword, Jack started to leave when a thought stopped him in his tracks: Why play by the rules?

  There it was, on the boy’s right hand: a sparkling red ring. Jack quickly worked the ring off the boy’s finger, then slid it onto his own. Satisfied, he started back down the hall, trying to ignore the growing ache in his shoulder. Stupid fake troll. At least the fake dragon had missed.

  A bit farther in, torches flickered on the cave walls, creating what would have been an eerie effect if it hadn’t been so transparently designed to be. Again, Jack slowed down, moving as silently as he could despite the sword banging against his leg at every step. As the torchlight grew brighter and the cave started to widen, Jack stopped completely.

  This was it … the final challenge. The first challenge required a strong arm, he’d been told, though if the pain in his shoulder was any indication, his arm hadn’t exactly been up to it. The second challenge took a brave heart, facing the fireballs. And the final challenge, the most difficult of all, could only be won by a wise head.

  Wise, huh? This might not end well.

  Still, it couldn’t hurt to get a little information before rushing in. Jack drew his sword and angled it around the corner. In the sword’s reflection, he saw two torches hanging from the ceiling over an old, blackened stone altar. Strapped to the altar was what looked to be a teenage boy in a white dress, a golden tiara decorating his blond hair.

  A boy playing the princess? Classy.

  Over the boy in the dress stood a man wearing all brown, holding a knife to the boy’s chest. On the other side of the room, a hunched old woman leaned against a large staff. The woman’s black robe covered everything but her wart-infested nose, which looked more like a carrot than anything.

  “My knight will rescue me,” Jack heard the boy princess on the altar say in an unnaturally high-pitched voice. “He will! Just you wait!”

  Jack sighed. A knight? Yikes. He fiddled with the ring a bit to ready it, then prepared himself to move quickly, knowing he was going to need the element of surprise if he had any hope of saving the boy … princess … whatever.

  “The knight is here,” the woman in black hissed.

  Okay, apparently surprise was out. Still, even if they knew he was there, maybe Jack could still throw them a bit.

  “I am here,” Jack said, stepping out from around the corner. “But … I surrender.” With that, he held his sword up, then slowly placed it on the ground.

  “You what?!” the wart-covered woman said.

  “You what?!” the boy princess said.

  “I surrender,” Jack repeated, stepping away from the sword. “You win.”

  The man in brown held the knife closer to the fake princess. “It’s some kind of trick,” he said.

  The woman nodded. “I agree. Cut out the princess’s heart!”

  “No!” the boy princess screamed, his voice breaking in panic.

  “Quiet, princess!” the man in brown said, lifting his knife high into the air. “The witch orders, and I obey!”

  “And as for you, little hero,” the witch said, “you will join your princess in death!” With that, she aimed a gnarled wand in Jack’s direction, shouted a magic word, and shot a bolt of lightning straight at him.

  Jack dropped, then quickly dodged a second blast by rolling to the right.

  “Princess, your heart is mine!” the man in brown screamed, driving the knife down toward the boy on the altar.

  “I have you now!” the old woman shouted, aiming her wand right at Jack.

  Jack glanced quickly between the woman and the man in brown. He could either save hims
elf or the princess, there was no time to do both. He instantly made his decision, aimed the ring, and fired it …

  Right at the witch.

  A fireball three times the size of the previous ones erupted from the ring and exploded into the witch’s chest, lighting her black robe on fire. The witch screamed in terror as she frantically tore at her flaming clothing. The man in brown gasped, then rushed to the witch’s side, dropping his knife to the ground as he ran.

  Jack used the distraction to retrieve his sword, then duck under the altar to quickly cut through the captive boy’s bonds. “Get up, Princess!” he hissed, standing back up. “We have to—”

  And then he stopped, realizing he was too late. The boy princess’s white gown was now stained with some kind of red liquid, and he lay on the altar with his tongue sticking out, not moving.

  Dropping his sword to the ground, Jack put his head in his hands. He had failed. The princess was dead.

  The furious witch grabbed Jack by his shirt and pushed him against the wall, her eyes narrowed dangerously and her fake nose singed. “Jack!” she roared. “You could have killed me!”

  “I know, I’m sorry!” he said, his face turning red. “I didn’t know it would do that! When Stephen used the ring, the fireballs were a lot smaller….” He quickly removed the magic ring and held it out to the woman. She glared at him for a second before grabbing it from his hand. Then she smacked him in the head.

  “I don’t care what Stephen did,” Julia, his teacher, told him as she tore off the rest of her makeup. “He knew enough to miss you! You, on the other hand, aimed right at me!”

  “Okay, ow, first of all!” Jack said, rubbing his head. “Second of all, you said to treat this test like it was real. And you were shooting lightning at me! What was I supposed to do?!”

  “Um,” said the princess from the altar, “can someone rescue me already?” The princess’s voice had gotten remarkably deeper since she “died.” Jack took a closer look and recognized Bertrand, one of the other boys from the village. Apparently Jack had missed some of the ropes, and Bertrand’s arms were still tied down.

  Jack rolled his eyes. “Rescue yourself,” he said, tossing his fake sword to the “princess.” It hit the boy in his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

  “Well, congratulations, Jack,” Julia said as she finished removing her costume. “You failed. Not only did you handle every single situation wrong—every single one!— but you went after me when the real threat was the witch’s servant. He killed the princess, Jack!”

  “But you were attacking me!” Jack protested. “If I had saved her, I would have died. And then what good would I have been to either of us?”

  “And what good were you now?” Julia asked as the man in brown, Jack’s teacher Stewart, quietly walked over to untie the still complaining princess.

  “It’s all useless anyway,” Jack said, his face burning from his failure. “We all know there are no unmarried princesses left. Even if there were, I don’t want to marry anyone, let alone some stuck-up royal. I’m just fine where I am!”

  Jack turned to leave, but Julia grabbed his arm. “This is important, Jack. You’re the son of a … well, a …”

  “A criminal?” Jack said, his eyes narrowing.

  “And I don’t want you to follow his lead,” Julia said. “This is for your own good! Being a hero, rescuing a princess, killing a dragon … these could really turn your life around! At least, if you survive long enough.” She glared at him. “You’re the only one in your entire class to fail the princess rescue test. Just go home, Jack. We’ll talk about this later.”

  Jack sighed, and turned to leave. “I don’t care how the world works,” he said over his shoulder. “All this? It isn’t me.”

  “And it never will be at this rate,” Julia said, helping Stewart to yank the ropes off the fake princess.

  “Thanks for nothing, Jack!” the “princess” yelled at him, his wig and tiara falling off as he sat up.

  “That’s a pretty dress, Bertrand,” Jack said as he left. “Your mother must be so proud.”

  The walk back through the cave was a bit more peaceful this time, though that wouldn’t last long. His grandfather would be waiting, and Jack’s test results weren’t going to go over too well.

  Outside, the brightly setting sun blinded him for a moment. He raised a hand up to block it, as the green trees of summer weren’t helping too much in that regard. He realized that it wouldn’t be much longer before the trees picked themselves up and migrated to the warmer south, leaving their dead, leafless brothers behind.

  Lucky trees.

  Between those trees, an old man tapped his foot impatiently. Jack’s grandfather was covered in three or four layers of different-colored clothing, while his long white beard poked out from his shirt in several places. None of that was out of the ordinary, though. The tiny, golden girl sitting on his grandfather’s shoulder, however, was a bit unusual. The girl’s wings shimmered in the sunlight as she flapped them absently.

  “Hi, Grandpa,” Jack said, hoping a smile would help hide his failure. “New friend?”

  His grandfather snorted, then gently offered his palm to the fairy on his shoulder. The creature daintily stepped into it, smiling shyly up at Jack as his grandfather walked over. “Just caught that bully Robert hunting some of these things,” the old man said. “The other three flew off when I rescued them, but this one seems to have a thing for me.”

  Before he could even finish speaking, though, the fairy jumped out of his hand and flew over to Jack. She landed on his head, settled herself into his hair, and let out a contented sigh.

  “Or not,” his grandfather said with a grunt. “How did the test go?”

  Jack took in a deep breath, then blew it out without a word.

  “Right,” said his grandfather, nodding. “Can’t say I’m surprised. What was the problem this time?”

  Jack turned red. “I kinda let the princess die.”

  His grandfather groaned. “You do realize that’s not a good thing, right?” the old man asked.

  “So I’m told,” Jack said.

  His grandfather patted him on the shoulder. “You’ll save her next time. Until then, you’ll practice every minute that you’re not working in the fields.”

  And there it was, pretty much the worst punishment his grandfather could have laid down. The last thing Jack wanted to do was practice more princess rescuing. The whole thing was just so useless!

  “It’s not useless,” his grandfather said, apparently reading his mind. “You think I’m going to let my only grandson stay a farmer for the rest of his life? That’s a job for kids too young or adults too old to go out on a proper adventure. Now, let’s get back to the cottage. There’s a chill in the air.”

  “You realize it’s the middle of summer, right?” Jack asked as they started home. “I’m pretty sure any chill is just in your head.”

  That earned Jack a whack on the head from his grandfather’s cane. “I fought an ice giant, you little idiot!” the old man snapped. “The monster froze my bones to their very core, and they’ve never properly healed! Usually it’s worse when I’m around the truly stupid.” He gave Jack a dark look. “You see where I’m going with this.”

  “I’ll start a fire when we get home,” Jack said with a sigh. On top of his head, the fairy made herself a little nest, tugging some of his hair in the process. Unlike this one, most fairies were shy, scared of humans for a good reason: Their wings sold pretty well to wizards and witches for their magic. The practice was horribly cruel, but that didn’t stop some of the village boys from hunting the little fairies.

  “A fire’s a start,” the old man said. “And then tomorrow we’ll go over my adventuring lessons again.”

  Jack gritted his teeth. “Grandpa, I’m not going to waste my time anymore!” he shouted. “I’m not you … and I’m definitely not my father. What’s the point, anyway? There aren’t any unmarried princesses left!”

  “
And how would you know?!” his grandfather shouted back. “You’re not even looking! If you go looking for adventure, it will find you! At least, it would if you had the brains nature gave your little fairy friend—the one who’s scratching her head with her foot, I might add.”

  “If adventure’s going to find me,” Jack growled angrily, “it can find me right here. If you’re right, it shouldn’t matter where I am. I should be able to just stick out my arms and have a princess fall right into them!”

  He stuck out his arms to highlight how stupid his grandfather’s argument was.

  Above him, a circle of blue fire exploded open in the middle of the air. Out of the middle of the flaming circle, a person fell to the ground less than a foot from Jack’s outstretched arms.

  For a second, both Jack and his grandfather were too shocked to say anything.

  As usual, though, his grandfather recovered first.

  “You really have to work on your aim, boy,” the old man said.

  Jack quickly ran forward to see if the person—a girl—was hurt. She was lying on her stomach, so Jack quickly turned her over, sighing in relief when he saw she was still breathing. He looked her over, trying to figure out if she’d broken anything, but she seemed okay … that was, other than her odd appearance.

  The strangest thing had to be the streak of startling blue playing through the girl’s dirty blond hair. That couldn’t have been natural; some sort of magic had to have been involved. Not that her clothing was normal, either. Her pants were dark blue, worn through in some places but almost new in others. Her black shirt was a much thinner material than her pants and barely had any sleeves. And then Jack saw something that made him gasp in surprise.

  “What?” his grandfather asked, creeping up behind Jack to look. “Is it dead?”

  The old man noticed what Jack had seen, and he leapt into the air, almost giddy with excitement. “Jack, my boy!” he shouted. “You’ve done it, you’ve found one!”

  Jack shook his head, still staring at the girl. She couldn’t be … could she? He read the words on her shirt again, out loud this time. “Punk … Princess.”