The Handmaid's Tale: A Narrative Fiction

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“What do you plan to do when you get there?” asked a stranger who had heard the girl. “Well, my sister Ettie here has lost her voice. So, we are on a quest to find it!” “Ah, I see,” said the strange woman, “Well, perhaps it is the sprite you seek?” “A sprite? How could that help find my sister’s voice?” the eldest princess inquired. “The sprite in the eastern forest is responsible for many tricks in the village. He could very well have the cure for all of your ailments, little princesses.” The strange woman revealed herself to be the witch who had spelled the border magic. It kept her from seeing her magical friends beyond the kingdom. She explained the trick he had played on the King and Queen before the little girls’ births. “Perfect!” …show more content…

When they reached the edge of the eastern forest, they realized they must have missed the sprite’s house altogether. Nevertheless, they treaded on, past the kingdom’s border. As the sun turned pink, and the sky indigo, the three little princesses wish they could turn back home. They were now lost. They sat and they cried, for they feared what might happen to them. Charlotte began to apologize, “Oh! I’m so sorry Ettie! I’m so sorry Lily! If I had no dragged us into the forest, we would be safe at home. Mommy and Daddy would not be worried for our sake,” she wallowed. Luckily, a kind Fairy heard their cries. She appeared to the little princesses, which put a hopeful smile on each of their …show more content…

She abolished the sprite with a flick of her wand, and hurried to the castle, in hopes to aid the poor princesses in way she could. The King and Queen accepted her and brought out their daughters to meet with the fairy. “You came to see us!” Charlotte expressed, excited. Her younger sisters followed suit by clapping and giggling. “Yes, I did, little ones! I heard that the tricks that wicked sprite played on your family were not curable. I came here to aid you in anyway possible, as thanks for allowing my kind back into the kingdom’s forests. The fairy presented an enchanted tiara for Charlotte, which would reduce the appearance of her sun spots whenever she wore it. To Lillian, she produced gloves that would mold to fit her hands any time of her life, which would give her control over her strength and render her mannerisms gentler. Finally, for Ethel, she granted the skill of expression, through a small music maker. The gift of a voice was beyond the fairy’s magic, but she crafted a magical instrument that would allow those around her to understand her meanings without the use of words, only the pleasant sounds that it

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