It’s been a while since I posted a story on here. I’m currently working on a collection of twenty four stories, one for each hour in the day, and I wrote this one for that collection. However it is not the right length so I think I shall just post it on here and let you get a taste of the collection of fairy tales I am writing. Though this one is a bit different from the others. Also, other than a bit of spellchecking I haven’t really proofread this so if you see a mistake just expect more.
Wilfergliffent, the story
Once upon a time there was an unfortunate king who had twelve beautiful daughters and no sons. He was not unfortunate in having twelve daughters, but he was unfortunate in the fact that all twelve were enchanted and had been changed into twelve statues of themselves.
The worst of the matter was that no one, except the one who had made the enchantment, knew how it could be broken. And even worse than that was the fact that no one knew who had made the enchantment. So you can clearly see just why the king had many trouble on his hands. So he made a decree that whoever disenchanted the princesses could marry the one he chose.
Now in that same kingdom there lived a poor fisherman who had twelve sons. Each of these sons were clever and handsome and none of them were any good at fishing. But they each could do something for the eldest could use a sword, the second eldest could shoot with the bow, the third eldest could read and knew much old lore, the fourth eldest could tie knots and make traps, the fifth eldest could cook, the sixth eldest could play upon a harp, the seventh could whittle, the eighth could sew, the ninth could swim faster and farther than the rest, the tenth could make and answer riddles, the eleventh could run faster than the rest, and the twelfth son could eat anything.
Well, one day it chanced that the twelve sons heard of the twelve enchanted princesses and with great intelligence the eldest brother said that their were twelve of them and twelve princesses and perhaps they should go and try to disenchant these princesses and marry them.
So, with their fathers hearty approval, the twelve brothers set out to journey to the place where the princesses were. After much travel they reached the garden in which the statues of the princesses were and looked at them.
It was a sight well worth seeing for each of the princesses were lovely and fair. It was the third eldest who noticed some strange writing upon the pedestal of one of the princesses. He looked carefully and noticed that there was writing upon each of the princesses pedestals and when they writing was all put together it read
He who would free one of the princess must free all. And he that would free them must first defeat me.
To summon me to the contest one need only shout my name “Wilfergliffent”.
But beware if incorrectly pronounced for not only will I not come but he who says it shall risk being changed into a stone statue to stand in this garden until I change them back.
When the third eldest brother figured this out he quickly told his brothers and they decided to summon Wilfergliffent. The pronunciation bothered them but the eldest decided to try it. He got it wrong and instantly changed into a statue. The third eldest brother noticed that on his pedestal was written the words
Ha ha, wrong pronunciation.
The remaining brothers tried again and all were changed into stone statues until only the youngest brother was left. He spoke “Wilfergliffent” as loudly as he could and luckily for him and his brothers he pronounced it correctly.
Instantly there stood before him an old man dressed entirely in black. He asked the youngest brother who he wanted to disenchant first, his brothers or the princesses and the youngest brother said that he would like to disenchant his brothers first and then the princesses.
Wilfergliffent told him that their would be twelve contests and that after each of them one brother would be disenchanted and that if in the final one he was beaten the princesses would be disenchanted.
They youngest brother agreed and the contests began. Fortunately it was one in eating and with little trouble he beat Wilfergliffent. The next contests was in running but the eleventh brother was able to beat him and so it went, each contest being a brother’s specialty until it finally came to the twelfth contest, the one that would release the princesses. All the brothers hoped that it would be in sword combat for that was what their eldest brother was best at.
But no, with an evil smile Wilfergliffent announced that Fishing was to be the final contest.
Each of the brothers felt that their doom had come upon them for despite all of their father’s instruction none could fish but as they looked again at the lovely princesses they agreed to try.
The eldest brother did try his best, but he could not beat Wilfergliffent in fishing so in the end the twelve brothers just had to march away home again.
But when they got there their father noticed a sudden interest in fishing and he was glad to finally have twelve fishermen helping him instead of twelve sons who never wanted to learn it.
But after a while of fishing when all the twelve brothers were excellent at it they went back. The youngest brother spoke the name of Wilfergliffent and since this time there were no brothers to disenchant they were able to start on the princesses right away and this time they defeated Wilfergliffent and disenchanted all the princesses, married them and lived happily ever after.