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Going to Hell

“I am coming with you.” Ariel snarled, but another bout of vomiting overcame her as she bent over the bowl Eric held before her. He kept her bright red hair out of the way as she had a hand on her throat and the other around her belly.
There was a certain amount of routine in it now, in the days that had passed since the morning sickness had begun. They had bowls deployed around the bed chamber and he usually woke up before her and had a bowl ready.
They had been arguing over this ever since Chedrick had come. Eric knew he just had to wait, while Ariel might be strong enough during the day this morning sickness was draining and noisy. She was more adamant then even no that Aunt Rapunzel and her family had arrived. Ariel knew what that meant.
Catching her breathe she panted, “I will not be left behind as my family goes off to fight. I love you.”
“I love you too, but can’t you stay here and keep the newest member of our family safe, please.”
“I was strong enough to take on Ursula.”
“You were and you won. Now it is my turn.” Her mouth quirked and he held out the bowl again.
“I need to be with you.” She said once the vomiting had stopped.
“I know you do, I need you too, so much. I need you here to bring me home.”
She ducked her head.
“Besides I know you’ve been talking to Grimsby about what hell is like. Do you really want to take our baby there?” He was using the last, best argument he had.
She shook her head and shivered. He held he bowl up but she didn’t need it this time. “Father said the underworld is a terrible place but hell is the worst of it.
“Why do you make me make these terrible decisions? I thought we would have our happy ending now.” She looked so dejected with her hands in her lap.
“I’m sorry. It looks like we have another adventure first. Besides, endings come at the end and we are just starting our lives.”
She smiled a little at him for that. Then she had dry heaves until she was left shaking and weak.
“I want to come with you but I can’t,” she whispered looking into the swirl of vomit in the bowl in Eric’s hand. “I would have given anything before, but I know that price would be too high to pay.” She looked up and put a hand on his arm. “Go save your family. Just try to not take too long.”
“I will.”

# # #

They were on the dock, Eric in armor and Chedrick in wizard robes. There were packs for each of them and save for a few others it was empty as guards sealed the area.
“Aunt Rapunzel, Uncle Eugene thank you for being my family until I was ready for this. I will get them. I love you.” Said Eric.
“We love you too. I know you will, Eric. You are a good boy and we are proud of you.” Said Rapunzel, hugging her sister’s son.
“I can’t think of a better person on the path to hell.” Said Eugene, joining in the hug.
They chuckled at the humor of that.
“Grimbsy. Carlotta. Thank you for always being here for me too. I love you both.”
“Thank you, your Highness… er, Eric.” Grimsby said correcting himself after a look from Eric.
“Thank you, Eric. Good luck. I know you can do it.” Said Carlotta. Eric interrupted her curtsy with a hug.
Then he came to his wife and they touched foreheads for a while before holding each other tightly and Ariel kissed him desperately. Eric could taste a hint of acid on her tongue but he didn’t, couldn’t care.
“I love you.” They whispered to each other as tears ran down.
“Thank you, Mom, Dad.” Said Chedrick to Rapunzel and Eugene.
“We are proud of you son and we love you so much.”
“I love you more.”
“We love you most.” Came from the family hug.
Finally, they took deep breathes and separated. Chedrick settled his hat, hefted his magic staff and slung his pack. Eric belted on his sword and pulled on his gauntlets before slinging a pack over his shoulders. They had split the difference of going heavily armed and armored or not. Then nodded to Ariel.
She went to the side of the dock. “Daddy. We’re ready.”
King Triton rose up on a wave. “You are the bravest people I have ever met. You are sure about this?”
“Absolutely.” Eric and Chedrick said together.
“Very well. Since Persephone just arrived, I was able to get some valuble information about hell. I know where to send you. At least pretty close. The real question is getting back…”
Chedrick nodded, “I am pretty sure we can get back once you show me the way in.”
“In is easy, getting back is the hard part.” Triton warned.
“I know it.” Chedrick said.
Triton nodded his response then aimed the Trident of Poseidon at the end of the dock and caused a swirling portal to appear.
Chedrick went to it and ran his hand over it. His staff spilled sparkles as he inspected the magic. “Yes, I see. Thank you. I am sure to be able to get us back.”
Ariel gave a hiccup of happiness and hugged her husband again. “Good luck.”
After another kiss, Eric put on his helmet and they took their places before the portal.
“Have fun assaulting hell.” Eugene called.
The two men looked at each other, nodded and stepped through, then the portal vanished with a pop.
“Oh, Daddy. Do you think they’ll make it back?” Ariel threw herself at her father.
“I don’t know, but they are good men in hell, and that will make a difference.” He said as he held his daughter.
“Daddy. I’m pregnant. They say I’ll be giving birth next summer.”
“Giving birth?”
“Yes, like a dolphin.”
“A dolphin? But that takes so long. What about laying your eggs in a nice nest?”
“You made me completely human, so I have to do it the human way.”
“Oh yeah, I did. How it is going?”
Ariel ducked her head. “They say it is mostly normal, though the throwing up is a bit much.”
“Throwing up?” King Triton asked.
Rapunzel stepped up, “It’s where the food she ate comes back out through her mouth. It happens to women often during pregnancy.” Having been introduced to the King of the Ocean had been pretty interesting earlier, now it was nice to talk a little.
“Oh. She’ll be okay, right?” said King Triton.
“Yes, we’re making sure she is well cared for. She’ll be fine.” Rapunzel assured him.
“Good.” He said. Then he looked around, “You are still happy here?”
“Yes, Daddy I am. These are good people.”
“I see that now. I think I might as well get back to Atlantica. I love you my daughter.”
“I love you too, Daddy.” Said Ariel and after one last hug the king of the ocean left and the other returned to the castle.
Loved - The Report

Elsa heard the latch click as she locked herself in her room. That had been close. Anna was everywhere it seemed like. Elsa had had to lead Anna on a chase all around the castle to gain enough of a lead to get into her room. It had been kinda fun actually.
Elsa leaned her back against the door as she let her breathing calm. She was going to have to talk to the glover again. She had grown more and the gloves were getting tight again. Why couldn’t she control it anymore? She so needed the gloves but her parents believed she didn’t really need them. They were encouraging her to not use them so much. Her room was a safe enough place for her to take them off however. The one place she could be herself, at least a little.
Elsa pulled off her gloves and threw them onto her desk.They landed next to the barely eaten plate of food from this morning. She noticed her to-do list on her desk and groaned. She closed her eyes, leaned back onto the door, and put her head on it. There was so much to do and she had had to waste so much time protecting her sister from herself. She had to get ready.
There was the upcoming visit from an ambassador and she needed to read up on their customs. He was from a faraway land that was very particular about things. She didn’t want to start a war by doing something that might offend them.
She was behind on her reading for her tutor. He had set her a large amount of homework and there was a test in a couple of days and she wasn’t ready.
Mom was talking about going to visit her sister and was wondering if she wanted to come. As if being away from home into front of strangers that would be watching her since she was a visiting princess would make even more vital to be in control over her powers. She wanted to go to Corona so much. It was so beautiful and friendly there.
Her stomach was churning again and her middle felt so tight, but she just had to focus. She took a breathe to try and center herself.
“Most important thing first.” She whispered to herself to try and get some control over her life. The ambassador was tomorrow that was coming up first so she was focus on that. She picked up a couple of reference books and sat down by the window to read.
She opened the factual book first and read up on the products of that kingdom. She lost herself in the facts and figures. Their annual production of iron, salt, cured meats and fish, for a start, just to get a baseline of what they had to offer compared to what Arendelle had to offer the world. It was a competitive analysis but as good a place to start as any. She concluded they were better in something then others but on balance not terribly different.
Digging further she did a cooperative analysis. What things did Arendelle had in abundance that they lacked and vice versa? What could they offer each other that would help the other. This was more difficult but something father had taught her as important in trade negotiations. It wasn’t as important what you could get from a trade partner but what you could give.
She wasn’t so sure about this one. They had a solid trade partner in Weselton, but she didn’t like the weasel faced little duke that ruled there. He seemed far to interested in what he could take and not what he could give. However, father had told her that the duke had underestimated the value some of the trade goods had in Arendelle and that made up for some of the attitude. Still attitude was important, she thought.
Elsa scribbled a few notes to sum up her findings so she could present them to her father and her recommendations. She sighed, she was growing up but she knew only her father valued her judgement. They had a small council that discussed such things with the king and she was invited as often as she could go. Then she remembered that father had wanted her to tell the council about this kingdom, this afternoon. She glanced at the clock, her breathe caught, but it was okay, she had a couple of hours. She could whip up a summary in that time. All she had to do was talk about the major factors of a trade agreement and her recommendations. She was halfway there anyway.
She grabbed up the other book, went over to her desk and flipped to that part of the world where that kingdom resided.
“Oh stop that.” She fussed at her hands as the corners of the book began to frost over a little. She had to get this done. It shouldn’t take long, but she didn’t have time for the ink to freeze. She shoved the ink pot a little further away with her quill, which also had curls of frost on it.
“Control it.” She putt everything down and put her hands around her belly as she tried to read the book of cultural observations that had been complied. After setting the stage with a description of the landscape, which sounded rather harsh and forbidding, to Elsa. It spoke of the royal family and what they were like, who came off as stern and particularly interested in honor. There were a number of reports on the daily life of families of various sorts, who sounded ordinary enough.
Then there was a report by a Venetian merchant of what he saw happened to a girl her own age. She had to stop to look up a word, and then another. Then she spun away from the book.
How could anyone do that to a girl?
She might have even had powers, but that was terrible. She walked away from her desk and wrung her hands. What had happened there was wrong, it was long ago but would probably still happen. She could never go there. They would try to do those things to her.
She stopped and looked at her hands as she felt them tingle in a new way.
Then a blast of light and icy cold materialized between her hands, sped across the room and splashed curls of hard frost all over the wall and door.
“Mama! Papa!” Elsa cried. She dove for her gloves and crammed her hands into the only safety she knew she still had.
Loved - The Report
The build up to the scene when Elsa finds her powers growing stronger.
203 deviations
The Team Gets Together

“Ah, your Highness. There is someone here to see you. I told him that you are on your honeymoon and not to be disturbed, but he said it is most urgent.” Said Carlotta.
Prince Eric was cooling his heels in the library waiting for Ariel to be cleaned up and checked out by the medical team that was being assembled for her. He was scanning a book that described the effects of pregnancy on a woman when the head maid came in.
Putting down the book Eric rose, “Well, I’ve got some time at the moment. Might as well see him.”
Carlotta nodded and left.
Eric wondered who it might be, the Regent still took care of most day-to-day decisions though they had the Council for more major policy updates. But between them, Corona, Arendelle and the others not much needed changing. The big focus was on what was happening to the South with Maleficent and the empire that was building down there.
It was just a number of alliances right now, but Eric and others were certain that it was just a hoax. That as soon as Maleficent was ready it would consolidate into an empire and she would try to take over Europe and probably the world. He would stop her, but first he had to rescue his family.
Carlotta came in with a man dressed in greens and browns, with a peaked hat and a long thin walking staff about as tall as the man’s shoulder. Eric would have said the staff was white except that there was a strip of white that put even the finest salt to shame.
The man raised the brim of his hat as Carlotta turned to introduce him.
“Chedrick!” Eric rushed over and clasped wrists with his best friend before hugging him tight.
“Carlotta, prepare rooms and a fine meal for my best friend.” Eric ordered.
“Just tea thank you.” Replied Chedrick, grinning.
“Of course, your Highness.” Carlotta said as she left.
“It is great to see you.” Said Eric.
“It is good to see you too, but imagine my surprise when she told me you weren’t taking visitors because of your honeymoon?” Chedrick drawled out the last bit.
Eric blushed a little. “A lot has happened in the last, um, five weeks.”
“Do tell.” Chedrick said settling himself into a chair.
Eric took up that challenge. “On the trip here for my birthday celebration, I was shipwrecked and rescued by a mermaid. I fell in love with her but was bewitched to marry a sea witch. The sea witch was exposed by sea creatures and the mermaid and I fought the witch as she turned into a giant sea monster as big as this castle. She created a giant storm and whirlpool that raised ships from the ocean floor. I seized control of one of those ships and drove it into her belly, killing her. Then we married, she met Aunt Rapunzel and the family when they finally arrived the day after.”
“It sounds like you hardly need me and all my years of magical training anymore. You did all that in the last month?” Chedrick asked impressed.
“No, most of that happened the first week, we’ve been enjoying the honeymoon most of the time since.”
“All that in a week?” Chedrick raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed.
“There’s more.”
“Oh, really.”
“The mermaid I married, is the youngest and more favored daughter of King Triton, and granddaughter of Poseidon the brother of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. King Triton has the Trident of Poseidon and can get us into hell. Oh, and we just learned that Ariel may be pregnant.”
Chedrick slowly stood. “You have been busy. I was worried that the quest was over before it had even begun.”
“Oh, no. It is so on.” Eric paced back and forth. “With you coming right now. The timing is too perfect. I am certain everything is in place. We can get my family back.”
“We might not win. Probably won’t win. Taking on hell itself is not done lightly.”
Eric sobered. “No, not it’s not. All these years of training and waiting, frustration and doubt are over. One thing is sure. We are going to simply walk into hell. After that things are going to get dicey, but finally. Finally, it feels like there is a chance for success and not just being pointless.”
Chedrick clasped Eric’s wrist. “Yes, there is definitely a chance, now. And your mermaid princess, is she coming?”
“Ah, no. No, she won’t be. She wants too, though, but I’ll have to override that. She may have left her family but she loves them dearly still. but she gets violently ill in the mornings, and we are not taking a baby to hell. She has to stay behind.” Eric looked at the wall toward their bedroom.
“Well, maybe it is for the best, because they give you a reason to come home, no matter how this turns out.” Chedrick said gently.
Eric turned to look his best friend in the eye and then lowered his own. “Yeah.”
Walking with the Wolf

The wolf watched the old lady in her garden. Desiring her to come closer that he may sink his teeth into her throat.
She was the witch that had hunted his pack until he alone remained. Now he had hunted her and had found her lair. A cottage in a hollow deep in the dark forest. But how to get close enough to take her without her using her magic against him.
He looked around.
He saw a figure in red coming up the path. He was curious why would anyone come close to the witch.
Staying carefully out of sight he loped through the forest and found a girl walking carefully on the path carrying a basket and a long thin stick she was sweeping the ground in front of her with. He stopped near a large tree and dropped his haunches to the leave covered ground, snapping a twig in the process.
“G-grandma, I-is that you?”
He snarled at himself berating at himself.
The girl’s hooded head swiveled around to where he was.
“I-I know your there. Please say something. Who are you?”
He thought to have a bit of fun with her and answer, humans always ran once they knew   a wolf was close.
“I am Runner in Storms.”
The girl stood still, shivering.
“Y-you’re w-who?” asked the girl in a shaking voice.
“You… understand me?”
“Um, yeah, but you sound strange. What are you?”
“Can you not see I am a wolf?” He stood and walked closer to the girl.
She pulled back her hood and he could see the milky whites that were her eyes. There was a exhalation of breathe, “Can you not see that I am blind?” The bitterness in that voice smacked him in the snout.
Then she chuckled ruefully.
“What amuses you?” he asked.
“Everything. Nothing. Here am I trading witty barbs with a wolf in the forest on my way to my own death so that my village may buy another year of peace and prosperity.”
“The witch desires payment for services and her payment is a young man or woman of eighteen each year.”
“What happens to them?”
“What do you think?”
“That is wrong.”
The girl shrugged.
“Is you pack so weak that they cannot protect their own?”
“I know not, but I do know they didn’t want me. I am blind and useless. They may be sacrificing me to the witch, but I am no sacrifice for them.”
“Do not even your parents love you?”
“No…well maybe, a little, but not lately. They knew and they withdrew from me. It doesn’t matter.” She paused, her voice was thick. “They couldn’t even stay with me last night. They left me all alone, when I really wanted someone to be with me. Mother gave me this basket of food for lunch and they gave me hugs before…. They were crying. Their tears have dried on my cheeks.” She sighed. “I wish I could have my thing, I would feel braver with it. Some children stole it and I miss it so, it was comforting.”
“Your…thing?” The wolf asked.
“It didn’t have a name or anything. At best it was a…toy. It was hard and soft, rough and smooth. Father made it for me and it was mine. But it is gone and so is my life. It doesn’t matter anymore, nothing does.”
“But it is right there in your basket.” The wolf said.
The girl went totally still.
“That thing you describe is in your basket.”
She sat heavily on the ground and with shaking hands she rummaged through the basket and pulled out the thing. She moved her hands all over it, she brought it to her face and touched it to her cheeks and lips and she smelled it.
“I think, I understand now. They were gone looking for it, so I would have it. It was in the swamp, and they cleaned it and made it beautiful again.” Tears leaked down her cheeks.
The wolf cocked his head, trying to understand. It looked like a stick with some bark on one side and smooth wood on another wrapped with some old rabbit fur.
“You humans are strange.”
She laughed, a laugh that had actual joy in it. “I am stranger then strange.”
“So what would you do now? Do you still wish to die?”
Her smiled faded. “I never wanted to die. My life may be full of pain but I do not wish to leave just yet., not when I know my parents love me so much.”
“The witch feeds on your pack. She has fed on mine as well, until only I remain. I would feed on her.” He growled.
“The witch should be stopped but what can a blind girl and a lone wolf do against such power.”
The wolf paced back and forth. “I know not. I do know that my fangs in her throat will stop her magic, but I do not know how to get close enough.”
“I will be close enough but I have no fangs.”
The wolf growled in frustration then curled onto the forest floor next to the girl.


Red Riding Hood paused as she could heard the shape of the forest change. She must have reached the hollow of the witch. She took a breathe to prepare herself. What she was prepared to do was far beyond anything she had ever tried. She was very scared, but she was going to try to do this for her family.
She felt the path turn under her switch and followed it. Her steps crunched under the fallen leaves. She walked like she had always done, careful of her balance, but as she heard the shape of the cottage come up before her and the clang of a wooden spoon on an iron pot she deliberately missed her step and fell.
The crunch of leaves reached around the hollow and she knew more of the shape of the place.
“Grandma, Grandma! Please. I’ve fallen. I need help.”
She heard steps and the creak of a door, then footsteps. The was a voice coming from above her as she groped around in the leaves.
“So it’s you. Why am I not surprised they foisted you off as soon as they could.”
Red felt a cold hand on hers. As she rose up into a crowch Red waved with the other and it was caught too.
That gave her all the location information she needed.
Red lowered her head pushed off with all the power of the legs and smashed the top of her head into the witches face.
For the first time Red saw lights but amid the pain she held on tight to the cursing witch.
“Insolent child!”
Red spun and dropped so the two of them were on the ground on their backs. The witch grunted from the impacts.
Then there was a low growl
“No! Don’t! Let Go!”
The witch’s hands pulled but Red held on for all she was worth. There was a scream, a crunch and gurgling sounds. She could smell what was happening, glad for the first time that she could not see.
The hands jerked, then weakened, and finally stopped.
There was a hot breathe on her cheek, then a lick on her cheek.
“It is over. You can let go now.” Said the wolf gently.
It took some time for her to unclench her hands but finally she sat up.
“You are brave, young one.”
“Thank you.” She reached out and she felt the wolf put his head under her hand and she scratched his head.
“It is dark now.” The wolf told her.
“So? It is always dark for me.”
It was quiet for a moment then something dropped into her lap. He had given her back her thing.
“Thank you.”
“I will guide you home.”
“Thank you, again.”
She stood and they began to walk. With small motions and touches, he guided her. Walking with the wolf Red Riding Hood returned home.
You can learn important lessons from the most diverse places. I have a book on typography that is amazing, because of the passion and insight of the author-designer. I try to find and read great books, and while the process of finding them is often difficult, sometimes you come across true treasures.

"Drawn To Life vol1" by Walt Stanchfield is a great book.

I was looking for a book on drawing because I want to learn how to draw storyboards, a useful if secondary skill when becoming a director. 

Walt spent decades at Disney, animating and giving master classes. I rather wish I was good enough at something that I could give a master class on the subject, but anyway. Really I am not in his target market, they already know how to draw, they just need focus and refinement. I have some clue, given that I took a drafting class in high school, but these are to people who drew all the time and well enough to become animators at Disney.

He talks about how animation is often about caricature, stretching and squashing things to their limits, drawing actions, animating verbs and not nouns. It goes back to show vs tell, but he puts some nuance on the subject.

I think as a writer I have done that with my characters as well, but in different ways. Not in shape but emotion. For myself I often get caught up in the emotion of what I write (which has certain downsides) but I try to feel it as strongly as I can so I can have the character express it as powerfully as I can. 

Sure I can write "He was sad."
But you don't feel it. However, if I write something more like, "He took a short sharp breathe. He shut his eyes and tried to suck the wetness on his eyeballs back inside. He dared not think. He picked up the pen and began to unscrew it. It took moments but he soon field stripped it and then reassembled it, counting each simple so as not to think, or remember how much it hurt to hear the barking of a dog and it was not Charlie, and never would be again."
While we can relate to sad, we can relate more deeply to the feelings and actions of a character.

I read so I can take a few hours to learn lessons it took others decades to learn. 


Knight with a Shiny Keyboard
United States
I am a writer. I deeply enjoy writing fan fiction, mostly Disney right now. I write deep epic stories, that are very intimate and rich in detail.

Major Stories:
I have two major stories at this time:
Rapunzel Goes Home…
Which tries to fill in all the gaps at the end of Disney's "Tangled" so the happy ending makes sense, to me at least.
Where I deal with the aftereffects of the happy ending that Princess Aurora from Disney's "Sleeping Beauty" had.
Here is a page with links to all the audio versions of the chapters

My Internet family (who knew this kind of love could develop via text):
:iconlisha3398: My idaughter. A strong writer, warrior, princess, and super-genius Epic Hero.
:icondarkhistorian: My idaughter. A tough writer, warrior, princess, and super-genius Epic Hero.
:iconhipeoples73: My idaughter. A princess and hero.
:iconawesome8x: My ison. A knight in shining armor.
:iconmudstarmord-sith: My ikid sister, with an amazing imagination and a beautiful heart and soul.


More Greatness in dA:
:iconprincessespurpose: have the hearts of true princesses.
:iconimaginative-light77: has a great Hunchback of Notre Dame fan fiction.
:iconravenwritingclaw: has some great Peanuts and Disney fan fiction.

Listen to the Rapunzel Goes Home (extended edition) Audiobook:…

Other places to find me on the net:

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