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Pros and Cons for retellings
With
retellings of classic fairytales, you can get another side of the story
and bring out another view from a character that you had always
wondered about. My favorites have always been the villains. I've always
wondered what their story was, what made them be the “bad guy,” because
contrary to popular belief, I believe evil is not born, it is made. I've
always wanted to know why Captain Hook didn't want to leave Neverland
and what caused him to hate Peter Pan so much. And what about the sea
witch in the Little Mermaid? Who was she, really?
Learning
the story of the other characters not only gives you the “why,” but, if
done well, pulls you farther into the original story and makes you want
to go back and re-read the classic tale all over again and fall in love
with all of the characters, both good and bad.
As
to cons, I can only think of one. If you venture into a retold
fairytale, do so with an open mind. The characters you thought you knew
may be quite different, their roles reversed. The hero could very well
be the villain.
EXCERPT
THESPA,
QUEEN OF the water sprites, and ruler of all the Never Sea, returned to
the human world with a profound sense of dread. As the leader of the
watery half of Neverland, not much worried her.
At least, it hadn’t until the humans began forgetting about magic and the sprites began dying.
This
trip back to the human world wasn’t one she had made out of
choice—necessity brought her here. She’d come to find someone to believe
in her, possibly several someones, depending upon how successful her
quest proved to be. Then, she’d bring them back with her as a sort of
insurance so she’d never have to come to this wretched place again.
Fish won’t do,
she decided, staring at the wide-set eyes of one particularly ugly
pufferfish. She stood on a wide piece of coral, deep beneath the waves
of this warm human ocean, and looked around. More unintelligent fish,
crabs, and other sea creatures milled about, none looking particularly
pleased or excited to see her. The only ones who showed any interest in
her at all were the ones who stopped just long enough to see if she was a
small, sparkly bit of food.
This could take forever. Her wings dipped down in dejection. I wonder how long it took the pixie to find that flying Peter-boy?
One
of the golden pixies, Tink, had been the first to bring someone to
Neverland. When that proved successful, she’d brought a handful more.
Her Lost Ones, the pixie had named them. They were, Tink explained, the
ones the human world wouldn’t miss.
Thespa
crinkled her nose in disgust. As a creature of the sea, she didn’t care
for humans. Though they resembled water sprites and had legs to walk
about on, they lacked a graceful set of wings that could take them
through both water and air. And they most certainly didn’t have any
magic. Humans were meant to be above the sea, not below it. Still, the
idea of taking someone or something to Neverland that wouldn’t be missed did appeal to Thespa. She sighed, wondering how long it took Tink to find her Lost Ones.
She started to fly from her perch and try a new place when something stopped her. Literally.
Thespa
looked down and scowled, kicking the errant strand of seaweed that had
twisted itself around her foot. The bit of green plant gave way at her
vicious kick, but left a long green streak of slime down the length of
her leg as a parting gift. This, of course, did absolutely nothing to
improve her mood.
She
was so aggravated that something extremely important had escaped her
notice—the gaping jaws of an eel headed directly at her. Her anger
disappeared in a fleeting second, but it was too late to move.
A hand wrapped around her an instant before the monster’s teeth snapped.
Nonplussed at missing its small, sparkly appetizer, the eel swam off in search of another easy, unsuspecting meal.
Once
the hand opened, Thespa let out an uneasy breath and looked up into a
pair of wide, silver eyes, framed by long locks of blond hair.
At
first, she thought she’d been saved by a human, but then she spotted
his long tail and realized he was as much a creature of the sea as
she—and he was exactly who she’d been searching for.
K.R.
Thompson writes paranormal stories with a bite and fairytales with a
twist. An avid reader and firm believer in the magic of books, she
spends her nights either reading an adventure or writing one.
She still watches for evidence of Bigfoot in the mud of Wolf Creek.
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