….“Ascend Princess”There could be no doubt now but it was the voice of an elderly woman, rusty, through lack of use or through years, yet strong in its authority.With faltering step, the princess advanced and hesitated at the bottom before begenning the assent. “Begin!” called the voice and She had no choice but to obey.The climb was long and her feet slipped on the damp, mossy, stone steps. The higher she went, the more alive the steps became. Little gurguling rivulets ran beside her climbing feet, till soon the steps became mere stepping-stones and great torrents of water were crashing by in the dim surroundings. Undaunted, She continued the climb and now she could make out plants with huge bell-shaped flowers intimidating in their sheer beauty. Their heady fragrance was intoxicating and her head began to swim. She continued, unsure at times whether she was going up or down. She kept moving forward, body and mind now quite numb with too much new sensation. A fog in front of her beckoned her on with tendrilled ghostly fingers. She moved onward into this fog, her feet now finding their own path. All her senses now seemed dulled in the midst of this cloudy fog. All she could hear was a profound silence shreaking in her ears, a sound, unlike any she’d ever witnessed up to now. Then there came a gradual change and though the fog remained thick, it lightened in hue, as if illuminated from a light source somewhere ahead. She thought that this must be what blindness is like but it also reminded her of the foggy sensation and vision she experencied when she first awoke each morning. She could see nothing but a total whiteness that seemed to blend all colours into a sight so dazzling and beautiful and painful, that it was beyond description.She automatically continued to progress and at last she stumbled into the light of a forest clearing. Her feet, at last, became still but her legs decided rest was necessary and she sank into the soft bed of fallen leaves that coated the ground. She didn’t know how long she slept, but when she awoke the sun was much lower in the sky and about to disappear below the tree-lined horizon.
Part 2 of a 7 part fairytale told in the “classic tradition”