Did ye 'ear about that one stone that was send'n 'em strange magic?
Yup. 'Ear it's got some mythical powers. Think. . .
Magic jewel, huh? What will happen when I get my hands on it..?
Imagine thunder and lightning
Once upon a time, in the land of nowaday France, there was a prince named Flint, that was said to be more beautiful than the angles, and with eyes the color of diamonds. His hair was pale blond, the color of seaside candles, and with stripes of even paler white mixed in. His beauty and eyes alone persuaded many to chase him. He was sought after by high-placed woman, and even peasant girls dreamed of seeing him.
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Invisible girls sighing
Handsome as he was, this boy was terribly haughty and arrogant. He had terrible manners and was rude to even his own father; the king of the land. In fact, he thought himself so high above others, that when rumor came of a gem in the forest with strange, mythical powers, his greed drove him to abandon his guards and search the hills alone.
Little did he know that the day he fled, a storm was to be expected. As soon as word of the prince's disappearance arrived to the king, the rain and rough hail already pelted the windows. The king and queen prayed that he would arrive back home safely, but if the storm poised them a threat even inside the castle, it would certainly kill anyone without reliable shelter.
Falling action / Resolution
Backstage flutes play a sad tune
And mourning music
Meanwhile, the prince struggled against the high winds of the storm, but eventually surrendered to deep waters, letting the waves take him away as he fell unconscious. Soon, he awoke to the sound of singing. Unbeknownst to him, the prince had been taken by the storm to the princess of the forest, upon her orders to save him. Looking around, he found himself upon a bed of moss, his clothes torn and covered in dirt. (Cont in Google doc.)
It was a lady-no, girl- with hair of the finest color of green, and eyes like buttercups dipped in gold. Her skin was pale, like moonstone marbles, her dress thin and white like the wind. She wore a crown of vines and flowers, dripping in dew like strings of jewels. The prince instantly fell in love with the girl, her lovely voice and unquestionable beauty that was greater than even his own. (Cont. in Google doc.)
Flint lurched backwards, falling, falling, into the never ending darkness. The lessons in this story are: Looks can be deceiving, Men of greediness have empty hearts, Treat others the way you want to be treated, and Karma always comes back.
Now that was a Shakespeare ending: They both die. I give this story 3 whole marks! Good work, child.