Miriam's Fairytales, Page 4

buy the name of Atozoon, was faster than all of them! Atozoon wanted Princess Ova, he was determined. He made it into Fallopiantube and there he saw her, the Princess Ova! He rushed and rushed, swimming like a bullet out of a gun. He was getting closer, so close, only a little bit more and crash! He hit her wall. He pushed and pushed as hard as he could with his head, noticing that other sperm soldiers were also arriving and trying to do the same. Then, slowly but surely, Princess Ova’s wall began to give way and he could tell he had broken her wall and was going inside of it! But what was this?! Once he broke through the wall, only his head remained! His body and tail were outside the wall. This was when he knew… Atozoon knew his end was coming. He had completed his purpose and would soon see the end.

  “Who has made it through my wall?” Princess Ova asked.

  “It is I, Atozoon!” he replied, worn-out.

  “You are worthy, Atozoon, To have made it all this way, through so many dangers and perils and even defeating the rest of your army… You are worthy.”

  “Thank you,” Atozoon breathed with his last breath.

  And then he closed his eyes for the last time. Knowing he had prevailed and reached Princess Ova, he rest in peace.

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  Zayda’s Fairytale-Extended Version

  Once upon a time, there was a Zayda. She was a very slim girl and because of that, she often disappeared into thin air if she didn’t eat. Her mother would call for her but although she could hear her response, she could not see her! Either way, visible or invisible, Zayda loved to eat. She would eat and eat and eat to her heart’s content and never gain any weight. If she ate enough, however, she would become visible again.

  Zayda rather enjoyed being invisible. She enjoyed being able to prank people, throw things at them, scare them. She would also often spy on people like a ninja.

  One day, she went further away from home, while invisible, playing a game. In this game, she imagines she was a regular girl going to a faraway place to meet the Prince she was betrothed to.

  “I go to meet my man,” she began to sing.

  Who is going to take my hand,

  Rejoice, rejoice inside my heart,

  And I’ll bake him an apple tart!”

  She sang as she skipped through people, pushing them to the side without them knowing what hit them, laughing all the while.

  She was having so much fun she didn’t realize how far she had strayed from home. There were so many strange people around! And they couldn’t even see her to help her!

  Suddenly she felt a small rock hit her ankle. She turned around to see who had thrown it at her and saw a boy perched on top of some barrels laughing and pointing at her. He picked up another rock and prepared to throw it at her. Zayda walked up to him, furious!

  “Hey!” she yelled. Bystanders looked around but couldn’t see who had yelled.

  “You can’t be throwing rocks at people, that is so mean!”

  The boy stood stock still, the sling-shot mid-air.

  “Wait-you can see me?!” he exclaimed. When he spoke Zayda realized he wasn’t a boy, rather a teenager or in his early twenties.

  Then Zayda realized something else.

  “Wait-you can see me?!” They looked at each other suspiciously.

  “No one can see me when I become invisible…” she thought out loud.

  “Me either…” he concurred.

  “Wow, so did we become visible?” she asked.

  “I don’t know. Let’s find out!” He walked up to a man who was purchasing apples.

  “Hello sir, would you be so kind as to hand me one of the green apple over there?” he asked the man, nonchalantly. The man turned, looking for whoever had spoken.

  “Huh? Who said that? Who’s there?” startled, the man walked away.

  “Well, looks like I’m still invisible. Your turn!”

  Zayda turned and tapped a woman on the shoulder. Looking around confused the woman could not locate who had tapped her shoulder. She dismissed it and left.

  “Looks like I’m still invisible too!” she said. “So let’s go throw stuff at people!” He pretended not to notice the irony of her words and agreed.

  “I’m Enkeli, by the way.”

  “Zayda!” And they proceeded to throw pebbles, fruit, and anything else they could get their hands on at the unsuspecting townspeople for the rest of the day.

  When they were tired, they sat down at the barrels where Enkeli was first sitting.

  “You’re the only other person I know that becomes invisible when you don’t eat!” Enkeli said.

  “Yeah, you too! It’s so strange knowing someone else is like me, I thought I was alone for so long! But now it’s pretty cool to have someone to play with when I’m invisible.” She smiled and he smiled back.

  “Come to my house and have dinner. I’m sure my mother would love to have you over... and to see me, too. I became invisible this morning when I skipped breakfast.”

  But Zayda’s face became troubled… “Mother! Oh no! She’ll be worried sick about me! Oh, please take me home!” she begged him. “I live in Minksulee.”

  He briefly thought about it. “I can’t tonight. I’m sorry, but it’s too late right now and Minksulee is a half-day’s walk from here. Stay the night at my house and tomorrow we shall go.”

  Zayda reluctantly agreed and they set off for his home.

  “Wouldn’t your mother be worried too?” she asked him.

  “A little,” he replied. “But she remembers what it was like from when she was young, being invisible and whatnot. She says she used to throw things at people, too!”

  “Your mom becomes invisible?” she said, her jaw dropping.

  “She used to,” he explained. “She says when she was young she became invisible like me if she didn’t eat but after she married my father and had me, she stopped. But now I can, so she probably gave the invisibility things to me, you know, hereditary or something. Was your mom also invisible?” he asked the befuddled Zayda.

  “No, she wasn’t. Perhaps my father was though, if it is a genetic thing. But I never met him.”

  “Well, this is it. This is my home.” They had stopped at two giant, wrought-iron gates that surrounded a massive palace. Absorbed into the conversation, she had become unaware of her surroundings so she hadn’t noticed where they were going.

  “You live here?!” she half-yelled. “Did you conveniently forget to tell me that you’re filthy rich?”

  “Mmm… Not necessarily… You see, I’m the Prince… My parents are the King and Queen of all of Chatterdom,” he said, as if news of that caliber could be so easily dismissed.

  “You have got to be kidding me. You’re THE Prince Enkeli?” she asked, dumbfounded.

  “Well, yeah…”

  They entered through the double doors that led to the inside of the palace. A long hallway is what they entered to, that ended at two large ornate and elegantly sculpted thrones. But Enkeli, or rather Prince Enkeli, led her to the left, where she could see stairs that led to another set of large doors.

  “Where are we going?” she asked him.

  “This is my parents’ chambers,” he said, nonchalantly, as he knocked on the door. “I’m going to let them know you will be staying with us tonight.”

  The door opened and there stood the Queen, tall and elegant. Zayda immediately bowed.

  “She can’t see you remember?” he said, stifling a laugh.

  “Enkeli, is that you? How many times have I told you not to be gone for too long while you’re invisible?” she scolded him.

  “Forgive me Mother, but I have hood news! I met someone today and she will be staying with us tonight. Tomorrow I shall return her home to Minksulee.”

  “Oh how wonderful! A girl! Where is she? I hope you haven’t kept her waiting!”

  “She’s right here next to me, Mother.” The queen’s face was momentarily frozen.

  “Is she…?”

  “Yes, she is. Why don’t you intr
oduce yourself?” he looked at Zayda.

  “Oh, umm, yes. Hello, your majesty, my name is Zayda of Minksulee. It is a pleasure and an honor!”

  “Shake my hand…” the queen ordered gently. Zayda shook her hand eagerly.

  “Well, I am certainly surprised! We had never known anyone else who had the invisibility gene! Welcome to our home Zayda. I can’t wait to see you! So, let’s have some dinner, shall we? That way I can see both you and Enkeli. Enkeli, why don’t you show her to the guest quarters? The maids will help you settle in for the night, they’re used to the whole invisibility thing, and then we shall have dinner. And don’t forget to wash up! I’ll go tell your father,” she said, a little too eagerly, perhaps hinting at something else.

  Enkeli led her back down the stairs to the opposite side this time where, after a flight of stairs, there was another set of double doors. They walked through them and entered a long hallway with a single door on either side. He showed her to the door on the right.

  “These are the guest quarters. Feel free to make yourself at home. I’ll send a maid down to help you wash up. See you in a bit!” he lingered just a second longer before turning around and walking through the door on the left. Zayda saw another set of stairs through the door before it shut.

  She walked in the door and her jaw dropped to the floor. The guest quarters were bigger than her whole house! In front of her was a living room, large, stiff-looking couches sat across from each other, a coffee table in the middle. There was a piano next to a fireplace to the right of the couches and a writing table next to a mini-bar on the left. To her right was another door that led to a giant