The Star Tower

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The Star Tower

A "Fresh Start Contest Story

There’s a reason a lot of fairy tales are set during the Middle Ages.

It was a time of small towns surrounded by dark and dangerous woods, of great castles protected by grim knights.

And it was a time where belief in magic was everywhere, with tales of tricky Fae and evil witches competed with stories of magic blades and wise wizards.

Some of these stories were outright fantasy, but believe it or not, others had a basis in real events.

Which category does this story fit? Well, you’ll have to decide for yourself.

It takes place in what is now Germany, which at the time was fractured into hundreds of dukedoms and bishoprics and other such tiny states, ruled over by men whose dominion rarely extended beyond what could be seen from the walls of the castle.

Of course, they fought with each other, and sometimes one conquered another, and that’s how this story begins, with the capture of a keep.

The king of that keep died in the fighting, but his young son Alarad survived, and was captured by the enemy, who were led by a man who claimed to be a Great Lord, a relative of the powerful Borgia family from distant Spain.

Once the battle was finished, the Great Lord brought Alarad before him, and offered the boy a choice. He could swear an oath of obedience and submission to the Great Lord, or he could watch as the people of the kingdom were subjected to the old Roman custom of decimation, where one out of ten people would be executed.

The young prince could not bear to see his people treated in such a way, and so took the oath, swearing by God and his family honour to submit and obey.

The Great Lord had the prince taken to a tall tower on a hill outside the keep, which had been known for generations as the Star Tower. It had been made centuries ago, by a wise man from a distant land, as a place where he could study the sky and chart the courses of the stars.

But when the keep was built, it was turned into a storage space, until the Great Lord ordered it to be remade into the prince’s new dwelling.

Once the prince saw how the place had been decorated, he understood how the Great Lord planned to keep him under control, because the place now resembled the bedroom of not a prince, but a princess.

It was filled with lace and silk, and exotic perfume,and all the jewels and other items a young woman would need before being presented to society and the Court.

In case the prince had any doubts about his fate, the Great Lord confirmed he was to be transformed into a girl, to live his life as a princess.

The Great Lord found a woman to teach the “princess” how to look, feel, behave, and even think like a girl until very little of Alarad remained.

This process was aided by certain herbs that when added to her diet, had the effect of softening her face and body, and even causing her to grow breasts.

As for her male member, it shrank and became useless, adding to the transformation.

So within two years, she was all but fully female, and she was given a new name, Aurora, and even made her debut at court, where the nobles could have sworn she was a woman born.

Then the Great Lord had the royal surgeon remove the last remaining bit of the former Alarad, the penis.

Despite knowing this was coming, Aurora struggled to recover psychologically as well as physically.

That was when the Great Lord announced he would marry Aurora, cementing his claim to the throne through her bloodline.

But the night before the wedding Aurora somehow managed to escape the Star Tower, and vanished from the land. How she had done it was never known, but the Great Lord suffered embarrassment when his would be bride never showed up for the wedding ceremony.

Then he suffered even worse when the populace, realising the Great Lord no longer had their former king’s child as a hostage, rose up against him and overthrew him.

Meanwhile, Aurora fled north until she was found by a tribe of Norsemen who were raiding, or as they called it Viking, the towns on the coast.

Like most of the Norse, the tribe’s women were every bit as wild as the men, and the wildest of all of them was a woman named Elsa.

From first sight, Elsa fell in love with Aurora, and since the tribe had no issue with two women forming a bond, the two became married.

The pair went on raids together, adopted children, and when the Norse were given land in the north of what is now France to live, they retired there and lived the rest of their lives quietly.

Meanwhile, the Keep had been damaged during the revolt of the people against the Great Lord, and it was pulled down and a larger fortress that included the nearest town was built in its placeT

But the Star Tower was left standing, and soon it became a place of pilgrimage, as the King’s missing child became regarded as the patron saint for those who struggled with their gender.

Those pilgrims who came would leave gifts and give prayers to the lost princess, and some of those prayers were answered, but that is another tale for another time ....

End.

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Nice Story

Daphne Xu's picture

Make no mistake, those were times of horror.

"Which category does this story fit? Well, you’ll have to decide for yourself." Sorry, I don't really know. I notice the absence of magic, other than possibly herbs.

-- Daphne Xu (a page of contents)

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joannebarbarella's picture

The union of Aurora and Elsa?

I think its a new start for them

new love, new land, and a community that accepts them sounds good to me!

thanks for commenting hon. huggles!

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Thoughts wander as I wonder . . . .

Emma Anne Tate's picture

I expect I, and many of us here, would have been like, “Oh, please, no, don’t throw me in that briar patch! But I do wonder how Alarad felt about becoming Aurora. I could see the Star Tower becoming a pilgrimage site for men who had a “girl inside,” but I could equally see it becoming a place that was sought out by man-hearted women, forced into roles they didn’t want and denied rights men took for granted. “At least,” the pilgrims might think, “one of us escaped, and took it to the man!”

But I can’t leave your fairy tale on a philosophical note, when Aurora and Elsa’s rampaging brought the classic VeggieTales lyrics to my mind:

We're Vikings
What do you know, the terrors of the sea
We're Vikings
Wherever we go, pillaging happily
We're Vikings
Let there be no ambiguity
Cause who doesn't like a pile of loot
Some gold and jewels and a shiny suit
And a giant screen TV to boot
A viking's life for me!

Emma

OMG!

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I didn't think anyone here would have heard of VeggieTales!

Well now, you are in trouble. Your timecard is a wreck. It's almost two past eight; I'll tell Nezzer that you're late, and he'll take it from your check!

Emma

A lovely tale but too short

to sink my teeth into. Not sure where I heard this but I think it goes something like this.
"Patron saints are as likely to reveal hidden treasures as to work miracles."

Where could it be?

I'd like to visit it.

if I find out where it is

I'll give directions for everyone!

thanks for commenting, huggles.

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