Once there were twenty-seven princesses all living together in an indescribably luxurious house decorated with numerous amenities that would be overwhelmingly tedious to describe. There names were:
Quandra, Andromeda, Persephone, Argentina, Valentina, Cassandra, Genevieve, Anastasia, Cassiopeia, Evangelina, Guinevere, Athena, Connemara, Amaryllis, Alexandra, Alfonsine, Seraphina, Celestia, Amethyst. Giovanetta, Cyrilla, Ambrosia, Vivienne, Araminta, Bellatrix, Pandora, and Aurelia.
~Aside them was Queen Penelope Augusta and a dead King Michelangelo the Twenty-second. Unbeknownst to all of them was a secluded, pickpocketing fairy no larger than a squash that was secretly collecting information on all of them. The fairy, quite wisely, had no name for herself, but did have a name for her pet budgerigar, who was over 1.5 times larger than her, named September.
The twenty-seven had vastly different personalities, however none of them were remotely spectacular in any way. The castle, even through its absolute gargantuaness, still had no solitude, simply because these twenty-seven frenzied princesses were always everywhere doing everything.
One day the princesses took part in the 765th Royal Dance of Whateverslandia. It would be fun, the twenty-seven dancing with twenty-seven unknown, obscure princes with anti-emollient hands. However, since none of the princesses were princess-esque in the slightest, it wasn’t fun at all.
Although nothing disturbing or… libertine… occurred during the dance, unordinary things did. Since the dance floor had a square area less than that off a mediocre-sized living room, many disastrous and concerning things did. After all of the splendiferous princes left the royal castle, leaving the giggly, ditzy princesses alone. Inconveniently, they were all wearing stupidly long and puffy dresses as well as inordinately tall heels. Because of this, they all ended up falling over each other, thus triggering a “concealed” lever- that was in the middle of the floor- dropping the twenty-seven princesses into a long, dark hole, only for some of them to get serious concussions as a result of colliding their head with a stalactite when they hit the bottom.
“Umērä!” Cyrilla shouted, as she only spoke dubious, unheard languages from the Arctic Circle and the Cayman Islands.
None of the sisters understood her, but Vivienne did understand the concepts of gravity, and decided to push Cyrilla forward into a pile of wolverines that shouldn't have even been alive since there was no abundance of food in this somehow unnoticed cavern.
“What in the world‽” asked overly benevolent Princess Aurelia.
Vivienne, with her unprecedented understanding of physics, pushed Aurelia.
Argentina, the most taciturn and stoic of them all, promptly started to sink into an invisible lake, but her twenty-six sisters took no notice of this seclusion.
Andromeda, being known for her vociferous verbosity, said, “Whatever shall we do in this chthonic quandary?”
After all of them started arguing with one another, all twenty-seven, including Argentina, started to rise into the air and circumambulated the lake overshadowed by lacertilian boulders. Then with a sudden flash of light, the twenty-seven dropped to the ground, surrounded by a semi-permeable dome. They started to behave hypnotically, seemingly performing an ominous dance. Then, the fairy appeared before their eyes and used her magic wand to paralyze the princesses. Then she laughed a maniacal laugh as she seemed to have put the princesses under mind control.
Then a magnificent horse shattered through the dome, releasing the princesses from the narcotic trance. The princesses turned to look at the horse but it vanished in an instant, leaving only a polychromatic gem. Cassandra grabbed it before the fairy could, and the twenty-seven surrounded the fairy in a circular pattern, and the fairy had nowhere to go.
The fairy only giggled unnecessarily, much to the vexation of the princesses. The princesses were all wearing opulent habiliments, and thus could not do much physically to affect the fairy. So the fairy cast a spell. She transformed the entire cave floor into a mezzanine of lava, with only lilliputian, unsturdy pillars of rock.
The princesses all screamed. They now had to maneuver across lava. Luckily, they were all on pillars of rock, but those pillars were expeditiously sinking. The princesses looked and saw a large exit to the cave about five hundred feet away.
Nov 20, 2020
by
AureliusReyes
