"If you see the magic in a fairy tale, you can face the future."
ABBA - I have a dream

 

 

Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep [and] in the deepest spot of all, stands the castle of the Sea King. 

 

 

 Outside the castle there was a beautiful garden, in which grew bright red and dark blue flowers, and blossoms like flames of fire; the fruit glittered like gold, and the leaves and stems waved to and fro continually.

 

 

 

 

 Each of the young princesses had a little plot of ground in the garden, where she might dig and plant as she pleased. [...] that of the youngest was round like the sun, and contained flowers as red as his rays at sunset.

 

 

 

 

 Nothing gave her so much pleasure as to hear about the world above the sea.

  

 

 

 

"When you have reached your fifteenth year,” said the grand-mother, “you will have permission to rise up out of the sea, to sit on the rocks in the moonlight, while the great ships are sailing by...”

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

None of them longed so much for her turn to come as the youngest, she who had the longest time to wait, and who was so quiet and thoughtful.

 

 

 

[...] and before the approach of a storm, and when they expected a ship would be lost, they swam before the vessel, and sang sweetly of the delights to be found in the depths of the sea

 

 

At last she reached her fifteenth year. [...] so she said, “Farewell,” and rose as lightly as a bubble to the surface of the water.

 

 

It was very late; yet the little mermaid could not take her eyes from the ship, or from the beautiful prince. [...] but the sea became restless, and a moaning, grumbling sound could be heard beneath the waves [...] and then she remembered that human beings could not live in the water, so that when he got down to her father’s palace he would be quite dead. But he must not die.

 

 

 

 

 [...] so she swam with the handsome prince to the beach, which was covered with fine, white sand, and there she laid him in the warm sunshine, taking care to raise his head higher than his body.

 

 

Many an evening and morning did she rise to the place where she had left the prince. She saw the fruits in the garden ripen till they were gathered, the snow on the tops of the mountains melt away; but she never saw the prince, and therefore she returned home, always more sorrowful than before. It was her only comfort to sit in her own little garden, and fling her arm round the beautiful marble statue which was like the prince.

 

 

 

 

PART 2

 

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FAIRY TALE FEATURE will be a new feature series published irregularly every few months, covering one fairy tale at a time.
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The next theme will be Little Red Riding Hood, but other suggestions are welcome too!