Oh my gosh, that is SUCH a good idea! I don't really know much about Nanowrimo... so... 

I'm writing a fractured Alice in Wonderland called Four of Spades. It's a young adult novel.This is my third try for a fractured Alice, but I'm changing the plotline a bit. . . I haven't gotten much of the plot figured out. . . so yeah. I'll post it when I get it done. And Icy, I love your plotline!

I just signed up on the NaNoWriMo YWP page! I'm Inktail099. I don't have any ideas yet, but I'll try! This is my first time ever doing a NNWM, so I'm very excited! 

I'm planning a fractured fairytale about one of the following charries. I haven't decided which one I want to do. Rampion, Wilde Rosa, and Elana.

I'm fixing up my novel from last year! I was re-reading it, and it was really shallow, full of horrible, not-well-developed characters and it almost put me to sleep. I've rebooted it this year, making up a whole new genre 'cause I'm cool that way, and fleshing out all of my charries (I made charrie sheets! Really detailed ones! So proud). Here's the plot:

Anastasia is the eldest of six and a princess. All her life she's lived in a large castle (steampunk because it's as cool as me), never leaving the grounds or venturing into the world beyond. But she hates the dark and being confined, and accidentally discovers a portal on the castle's property leading to a pocket dimension at five years old. There she discovers the last of an ancient race, the collossal giants, who were hunted for sport based off of the legends that they were dangerous. In reality, giants are gentle, graceful beings, and helped Anastasia discover her talent of dancing and singing.

As she gets older, Anastasia starts to understand more of the things she sees. That beautiful view from the top of the highest tower, the fun one with the old-fashioned creaking elevator, isn't really so beautiful. It shows a life of poverty, of people living in animal-skin houses with no electricity, not even a fire to warm them. She sees overpopulation and sorrow and disease. Most of all, she understands that her father, the one she's idolized all her life, is doing nothing to stop it.

The pocket dimension becomes her refuge, the One Safe Place in a world of horror. Anastasia can't even stand to look at her father's eyes anymore-- the only eyes she's ever seen that are even close to her own. But, after years of wondering How To Make Things Better, a few days after her birthday in the beautiful weather of May, blood runs on the soil of the dimension. Giants' screams pierce the air.

This is where our story starts. The lonely pricess, diprived of the only thing that made her truly happy, hiding in a closet.

The sun goes around the Earth, like it does every other day of the year. Parents call. Anastasia walks out of the dark.

That night, she pushes through the gates and leaves the castle for the first time.

Travel is slow. She makes connections, gains trusts, and slowly learns all she needs to know. Within a month, Anastasia is talking in the woods to a black-haired woman.

She has a whole 'nother story. Her name is Raven, eighteen years old and leader of a thieves' band known as Freedom's Wings. Her father is the infamous Blackbird, the Robin Hood of the era, the most feared-- or admired-- form of hope in the land. Anastasia, heir to a tyrannical throne, growing up in a household with the most evil man on the planet, and carrying her mark everywhere just by looking someone in the eye, is requesting permission to join the band.

Wouldn't you refuse?
But there's another option. Blackmail, and it works well. All the digging wasn't for nothing. Anastasia does it remorselessly.

She is, of course, admitted.

I'm going to skip ahead with this plot, because otherwise I'm going to reveal every detail, and fast forward to the main events.

The Blackbird, a man who Anastasia has grown to trust and love, brings home a baby girl-- Raven's sister. Christened Robin, she ages a year in less than a month, and soon she's five, learning how to hold a knife from the elite.

Anastasia doesn't like the look on her face.

She doesn't like how no one else seems to notice Robin's obvious intrest in Inconginito's exploits. She doesn't like how everyone's too blinded by love to see that a six-year-old hunting a deer simply for the thrill doesn't bring good signs.

And she definitely doesn't like an eleven-year-old Robin, missing, with boot prints expertly wiped off the ground.

Flash forward again.

The Blackbird, Anastasia, and Robin are between a queen and a long fall. Blackbird chooses the queen; the youngers chose the fall. A rusty sword plunges into the hero's leg. Two girls hook onto a ledge, praying that their grapping hooks still work.

They are lucky.

The Blackbird is not.

His body is recovered at the foot of the cliff and put on official display. Look, says the town crier. Look. The Blackbird is dead.

Flash forward one last time.

Robin, the Blackbird, and the king's right-hand-man are all dead. Robin and Anastasia stand at the top of the tower for the last time. They look down on the poor crowd for the last time, all holding cybernetic enhancements to their eyes. 

The castle will be torn down.

The countries conquered will be released.

Anastasia will be queen.

But.

There is always a but.

As Anastasia publicly executes her own father, all she can see is red. All she can remember is when she was very small, and that creaking elevator, and dress-up games with her mother. There used to be a time when she was happy, so long ago. Why did Raven take that away from her?

In a flick of the wrist, the other executioner is dead.

The red is cleared. Everything comes flooding back.

Why?

Anastasia's body falls at the foot of the castle.

The Duke of Cornish, that dirty traitor, takes control.

It's not a happy ending.

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That got long, and I skipped a few important parts. But what do you think? I can explain some things if there are big gaps to you.

I'm going to sign uo for NaNoWriMo, but I might not have any ideas. I just want to be there, just in case. I'm ViolinMagic.