Saban's Little Mermaid - fiction
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strongheartmaidYseult took several long, steadying cleansing breaths before she turned to face Justin, a look of complete and utter irritation with the prince clear on her features - something he was ignoring. 'How.. How could he be so utterly *foolish*?' she mentally snarled and brought her hand up, thought better of it and lowered it, turning away from him. "Go," she bit out, knowing she had to be firm otherwise she'd weaken and be useless.
"Yseult?" he asked, confused by the irritation in her tone. He had known her since childhood and not once had she ever sound as irritated with him as she did now.
"I said go," she snarled, whipping around to face him. "I don't like repeating myself, Prince Justin."
That made Justin arch an eyebrow. She never used his title, not since they were children and he had demanded that she never use his title because they were friends, therefore equals. "Not until you tell me what has you so pissed off, Yseult," he said.
"Oh, so now you care," she snapped. "You didn't care what I thought for the past two years, but now suddenly you do? I call bullshit!"
The other eyebrow threatened to arch as he watched her explode at him. Wait, two years? He knew there was something important about that, but it just wasn't coming to him as fast as he wanted it to. "Two years?" he asked, knowing he was risking her wrath.
Yseult could feel her temper just reaching the breaking point and a small part of her did pity him, but that small part was promptly squashed by the fact that he was endangering everyone just so he could be with his mermaid princess. She took another steadying breath, trying to regain her sense of calm. "Justin, have you even thought about what you're doing?"
"Huh?"
She closed her eyes, took another steadying breath and began to explain. "Justin, you take that potion of change so you can be with Marina underwater, yes or no?"
"Yes, and you know that," he pointed out, not quite seeing the point to her question.
"And how is it given to you?"
"Ridley brings it to me from Anselm, and again, you know this," he said, starting to feel slightly exasperated with her need to have him confirm what she already knew.
"Do you have any bloody idea how easy it would be for Hedwig to steal that potion from Ridley and tamper with it before it arrives in your hands? Think of what could happen to Gandor if something like that were to happen!" she exploded again, her temper finally getting the best of her.
Justin paused, clearly taken back by her reaction not to mention the point she had just made. True, he hadn't thought about what could happen to his kingdom, too much in the glow of love with his mermaid princess. "I guess you have a point, Yseult. I haven't really thought about what could happen."
She sighed, sinking down to the ground in a seated position. "I can't believe it took me practically ripping your head off before you realized that," she said, sounding more then a little irritated with the young prince. "And you're supposed to lead us," she groaned, her head smacking against her kneecaps. "I already fear for our kingdom's future if that's the case."
"Have some faith in me, Yseult. After all, I am only sixteen, and Mother's health has never been better," he pointed out.
She raised her head to look at him, a cross expression still on her features. "And this is supposed to make me feel all that much better about you gallivanting around the ocean with a mermaid?" she asked dryly. What she wouldn't give for him to actually think his actions through before blindly deciding to do things.
-
"I don't get it, Vivaine," she murmured, looking up at her mentor. "How could the prince be so.. so.. so bloody foolish and no-one's called him on his stupidity?" she asked. "If he's the one that's going to rule our kingdom, then I fear for our future."
Vivaine chuckled quietly, shaking her head before settling down with a good book. "I was the one that told you that going to Gandor was a bad idea," she pointed out. "The prince is still far too immature."
"You have no idea," she sighed, settling down at Vivaine's feet. "He hadn't even thought about what could happen if Hedwig got her hands on that potion."
Vivaine twitched a little, her lips thinning to a line. Of course, he wouldn't think about that - that was what he forced the young healer to think about. "I'm surprised Grandfather Anslem never brought the subject up, but from what you've told me about the young prince, I wouldn't be too horribly surprised if he ignored any and all warnings. Boy's a fool." She lowered her book to her lap and looked at her apprentice. "I'm this close to having you stay here with me, rather then send you back to Gandor. Let that fool suffer."
"Are you sure that's wise, Vivaine?" Yseult asked, looking a little concerned for the young Gandor prince.
"He'll learn and once he's learned, you can go back," Vivaine relented finally, watching her apprentice's expression.
---
Yseult stared up at the beast, her eyes taking in his deformed features. A part of her wanted to deny what she saw before her, but she knew she couldn't. There was no way she could deny what she had seen. She took a small step back, her lips parting to say something but nothing came. She froze a moment when he took a step to counter the step she had made - a step that drew the beast closer to her.
The beast reached over, touching her face with his hand. The claws of his hand, however, caught the soft flesh of her cheek, breaking and marring the china pale skin with streaks of red. He drew his hand back, staring at it with surprise. He.. he hadn't meant to harm her.
Her hand reached up and touched the wound, a look of fear darting across her features.
---
Yseult quietly approached the beast's cage, a blanket draped over her arm, a pillow tucked under it. She frowned a moment, seeing it was locked before turning to walk over to the wall, removing the key from the hook. She padded back to the cage, quietly unlocking the cage and slipped inside. She gently lifted the massive head and slipped the pillow under it, wishing the pillow was slightly larger to provide better comfort for him. She took the blanket and snapped it once, fluffing it out and gently draping it over his slumbering form. Her gaze softened and she knelt down next to him, brushing his hair off his deformed face. "Good night, Justin," she murmured softly, lightly kissing his temple before she turned and left the cage, closing it behind her with a decided click. If she had turned around, she might have caught sight of the magic working, restoring him to the prince he had been.
The next morning Anselm came down to check on the "beast" when he saw the young prince, a pillow under his head and a blanket draped over him, sound asleep in the cage, unaware of the events of the past several days. A knowing smile crossed his aged features and he glanced at the door, catching sight of something fluttering. A small strip of rose pink silk had been caught on a split piece of wood - and he knew only one woman that ever wore that color, his granddaughter's apprentice, Yseult. 'Love's first kiss indeed,' he mused, knowing of the maiden's not so secret affections for the prince (well, not so secret to everyone save the pair, and possibly Marina).
Justin stirred slowly, glancing up at Anselm, before noticing he was in a cage. Not quite what he had been expecting when he woke up - not that he was sure of what he should be expecting given that the last few days were naught but a blur. "Sir?" he asked, confusion clear in his voice.
"It has been several long days, Justin, and let's leave it at that," Anselm said as he walked to get the key to unlock the cage. "Do you remember anything of what has transpired?" he asked, knowing that the prince probably wouldn't.
Justin fell silent, trying to recall the past few days. "Nothing clear," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He stepped out slowly once the door was unlocked and glanced at the blanket, trying to recall what could have lead to that, and having nothing come to the fore. He glanced at the door, seeing the small strip of fabric. "Was Yseult here?" he asked, wondering what drew the healer to Anselm's lair - knowing that the two rarely interacted.
"Yes, out of concern for you, it seems," he mused, before turning to see the door open and Yseult shyly enter. He caught that look of disappointment before it was well hidden when she noticed Justin there. Had she truly expected to find the beast still there? Odd..
"Yseult," Justin said, walking over to the maiden. He bowed deeply to her and as he rose, brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it. He released it when he noticed the crimson blush staining her cheeks and how she shyly turned her head away, trying to hide it. "Thank you," he murmured.
"For what?" she asked, not quite looking at him.
"I'm not sure, but something tells me that I needed to thank you," he said, resting his hand against her cheek. His eyes noticed the slightly marred flesh and looked concerned - what had caused the scars on her cheek? Did it have something to do with the days that he could not remember?
---
Justin glanced over at Marina, smiling softly at the blond female. "Hey," he said quietly, touching a lock of the golden blond hair. "You've been quiet."
"Hm?" Marina responded. "Oh, just thinking," she confessed. Two weeks had passed since that strange incident with the potion of change, of Hedwig's tampering, of the beast that had frightened her, of Justin's sudden unexplained return, that it left her rightly flummoxed. She wasn't quite sure what had happened - only that something had and it was going to change things, and she wasn't too sure if she liked that. "What about you, you've been quiet."
"Like you, just thinking," he admitted. "I don't remember much as the beast, just bits and pieces, and nothing that makes sense." He stared into the distance, trying to come to terms with what had happened.
"Yseult?" he asked, confused by the irritation in her tone. He had known her since childhood and not once had she ever sound as irritated with him as she did now.
"I said go," she snarled, whipping around to face him. "I don't like repeating myself, Prince Justin."
That made Justin arch an eyebrow. She never used his title, not since they were children and he had demanded that she never use his title because they were friends, therefore equals. "Not until you tell me what has you so pissed off, Yseult," he said.
"Oh, so now you care," she snapped. "You didn't care what I thought for the past two years, but now suddenly you do? I call bullshit!"
The other eyebrow threatened to arch as he watched her explode at him. Wait, two years? He knew there was something important about that, but it just wasn't coming to him as fast as he wanted it to. "Two years?" he asked, knowing he was risking her wrath.
Yseult could feel her temper just reaching the breaking point and a small part of her did pity him, but that small part was promptly squashed by the fact that he was endangering everyone just so he could be with his mermaid princess. She took another steadying breath, trying to regain her sense of calm. "Justin, have you even thought about what you're doing?"
"Huh?"
She closed her eyes, took another steadying breath and began to explain. "Justin, you take that potion of change so you can be with Marina underwater, yes or no?"
"Yes, and you know that," he pointed out, not quite seeing the point to her question.
"And how is it given to you?"
"Ridley brings it to me from Anselm, and again, you know this," he said, starting to feel slightly exasperated with her need to have him confirm what she already knew.
"Do you have any bloody idea how easy it would be for Hedwig to steal that potion from Ridley and tamper with it before it arrives in your hands? Think of what could happen to Gandor if something like that were to happen!" she exploded again, her temper finally getting the best of her.
Justin paused, clearly taken back by her reaction not to mention the point she had just made. True, he hadn't thought about what could happen to his kingdom, too much in the glow of love with his mermaid princess. "I guess you have a point, Yseult. I haven't really thought about what could happen."
She sighed, sinking down to the ground in a seated position. "I can't believe it took me practically ripping your head off before you realized that," she said, sounding more then a little irritated with the young prince. "And you're supposed to lead us," she groaned, her head smacking against her kneecaps. "I already fear for our kingdom's future if that's the case."
"Have some faith in me, Yseult. After all, I am only sixteen, and Mother's health has never been better," he pointed out.
She raised her head to look at him, a cross expression still on her features. "And this is supposed to make me feel all that much better about you gallivanting around the ocean with a mermaid?" she asked dryly. What she wouldn't give for him to actually think his actions through before blindly deciding to do things.
-
"I don't get it, Vivaine," she murmured, looking up at her mentor. "How could the prince be so.. so.. so bloody foolish and no-one's called him on his stupidity?" she asked. "If he's the one that's going to rule our kingdom, then I fear for our future."
Vivaine chuckled quietly, shaking her head before settling down with a good book. "I was the one that told you that going to Gandor was a bad idea," she pointed out. "The prince is still far too immature."
"You have no idea," she sighed, settling down at Vivaine's feet. "He hadn't even thought about what could happen if Hedwig got her hands on that potion."
Vivaine twitched a little, her lips thinning to a line. Of course, he wouldn't think about that - that was what he forced the young healer to think about. "I'm surprised Grandfather Anslem never brought the subject up, but from what you've told me about the young prince, I wouldn't be too horribly surprised if he ignored any and all warnings. Boy's a fool." She lowered her book to her lap and looked at her apprentice. "I'm this close to having you stay here with me, rather then send you back to Gandor. Let that fool suffer."
"Are you sure that's wise, Vivaine?" Yseult asked, looking a little concerned for the young Gandor prince.
"He'll learn and once he's learned, you can go back," Vivaine relented finally, watching her apprentice's expression.
---
Yseult stared up at the beast, her eyes taking in his deformed features. A part of her wanted to deny what she saw before her, but she knew she couldn't. There was no way she could deny what she had seen. She took a small step back, her lips parting to say something but nothing came. She froze a moment when he took a step to counter the step she had made - a step that drew the beast closer to her.
The beast reached over, touching her face with his hand. The claws of his hand, however, caught the soft flesh of her cheek, breaking and marring the china pale skin with streaks of red. He drew his hand back, staring at it with surprise. He.. he hadn't meant to harm her.
Her hand reached up and touched the wound, a look of fear darting across her features.
---
Yseult quietly approached the beast's cage, a blanket draped over her arm, a pillow tucked under it. She frowned a moment, seeing it was locked before turning to walk over to the wall, removing the key from the hook. She padded back to the cage, quietly unlocking the cage and slipped inside. She gently lifted the massive head and slipped the pillow under it, wishing the pillow was slightly larger to provide better comfort for him. She took the blanket and snapped it once, fluffing it out and gently draping it over his slumbering form. Her gaze softened and she knelt down next to him, brushing his hair off his deformed face. "Good night, Justin," she murmured softly, lightly kissing his temple before she turned and left the cage, closing it behind her with a decided click. If she had turned around, she might have caught sight of the magic working, restoring him to the prince he had been.
The next morning Anselm came down to check on the "beast" when he saw the young prince, a pillow under his head and a blanket draped over him, sound asleep in the cage, unaware of the events of the past several days. A knowing smile crossed his aged features and he glanced at the door, catching sight of something fluttering. A small strip of rose pink silk had been caught on a split piece of wood - and he knew only one woman that ever wore that color, his granddaughter's apprentice, Yseult. 'Love's first kiss indeed,' he mused, knowing of the maiden's not so secret affections for the prince (well, not so secret to everyone save the pair, and possibly Marina).
Justin stirred slowly, glancing up at Anselm, before noticing he was in a cage. Not quite what he had been expecting when he woke up - not that he was sure of what he should be expecting given that the last few days were naught but a blur. "Sir?" he asked, confusion clear in his voice.
"It has been several long days, Justin, and let's leave it at that," Anselm said as he walked to get the key to unlock the cage. "Do you remember anything of what has transpired?" he asked, knowing that the prince probably wouldn't.
Justin fell silent, trying to recall the past few days. "Nothing clear," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He stepped out slowly once the door was unlocked and glanced at the blanket, trying to recall what could have lead to that, and having nothing come to the fore. He glanced at the door, seeing the small strip of fabric. "Was Yseult here?" he asked, wondering what drew the healer to Anselm's lair - knowing that the two rarely interacted.
"Yes, out of concern for you, it seems," he mused, before turning to see the door open and Yseult shyly enter. He caught that look of disappointment before it was well hidden when she noticed Justin there. Had she truly expected to find the beast still there? Odd..
"Yseult," Justin said, walking over to the maiden. He bowed deeply to her and as he rose, brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it. He released it when he noticed the crimson blush staining her cheeks and how she shyly turned her head away, trying to hide it. "Thank you," he murmured.
"For what?" she asked, not quite looking at him.
"I'm not sure, but something tells me that I needed to thank you," he said, resting his hand against her cheek. His eyes noticed the slightly marred flesh and looked concerned - what had caused the scars on her cheek? Did it have something to do with the days that he could not remember?
---
Justin glanced over at Marina, smiling softly at the blond female. "Hey," he said quietly, touching a lock of the golden blond hair. "You've been quiet."
"Hm?" Marina responded. "Oh, just thinking," she confessed. Two weeks had passed since that strange incident with the potion of change, of Hedwig's tampering, of the beast that had frightened her, of Justin's sudden unexplained return, that it left her rightly flummoxed. She wasn't quite sure what had happened - only that something had and it was going to change things, and she wasn't too sure if she liked that. "What about you, you've been quiet."
"Like you, just thinking," he admitted. "I don't remember much as the beast, just bits and pieces, and nothing that makes sense." He stared into the distance, trying to come to terms with what had happened.
