None of these are really heavy dubstep; I learned that a bunch of songs can qualify as "dubstep" even though they may be more chilled... so they're called Chillstep? I would qualify some of these songs as Chillstep. Although Champions is future bass, and I think Friends is trap...
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Why am I putting this here? I didn't come up with a title...
But it was not to last. The man’s wife soon fell ill to an odd and unknown sickness. Day after day, she grew sicker and sicker. Cinder stayed at her bedside and refused to leave her; faithfully attending to her every need day and night. Despite all her daughter’s efforts, the mother knew that her time had come. She bade Cinder come close and whispered a few words in her ear.
“When I die, you must take my body and put it in a light coffin made of reeds. Place this coffin in the river, and watch it as it floats away. Once it is out of sight, look up at the sky, and then walk home. Whenever you need help, wait until the sun goes down and speak to whatever you saw in the sky.”
Not long after, Cinder’s mother died. Cinder did as her mother had asked, making a lightweight reed coffin and floating her mother’s body down the river. As the coffin disappeared from sight, Cinder looked up at the evening sky and saw a bright star she had never seen before hovering overhead. With a light heart, she returned home.
Cinder’s father soon married again, after the ache in his heart had healed. He married a tall, stern woman who almost never smiled. Cinder’s new stepsisters were not pretty at all, but they were very kind and Cinder loved them with all her heart. Her stepmother, on the other hand, was very harsh and hated Cinder for her beauty. She showed her dislike by making life very hard for both her husband and for Cinder. Cinder’s father, under all the pressure, soon followed his first wife and passed away.
As soon as Cinder’s father died, her stepmother forced her to wear rags and do all the work around the house. Cinder’s stepsisters tried to help, but their mother would not allow them. Cinder’s face became very dirty, and her hair all matted.
Now there was a yearly festival about to take place in the nearby village. It was a very joyful event that took four days, lasting from sundown on the first day to sunup on the last day. Cinder’s stepsisters were very excited and urged Cinder to go with them. With a lovely smile, Cinder accepted their invitations. Cinder’s stepmother, on the other hand, thought otherwise. She called her stepdaughter to her and said,
“You wish to go the festival, but you have no dress and neither do we. Make our dresses for us, and if you have time, make yours. Be sure they are finely made, and not sloppily done!”
Cinder’s heart sank, as she knew she would not have enough time to finish all the dresses. So she waited until the last silvery sliver of the sun had slipped past the horizon, stood by the river, and looked up at the bright star in the sky. Taking a deep breath, she called out in her sweet voice,
“Divine being of light,
Please listen to my plea.
For my very own stepmother
Seeks my good light to smother;
Three fine dresses she asks of me
And this in turn I ask of thee.”
The star descended until it stood in front of Cinder.
“Do not be afraid,” the star said, “For I am your mother, and I love you very much. Three fine dresses your stepmother asks, and three fine dresses I give you. And because of your selflessness, I give you your own dress as well.”
Unable to believe her good fortune, Cinder thanked the star and rushed back to her house. She hid her own dress in her room, and the next day presented her stepmother and stepsisters with their dresses. Her stepsister warmly thanked her and laughed in delight at the sight of the wonderful garments, but her stepmother was astounded that Cinder had been able to complete the task given her so quickly. Hot with anger, she immediately assigned to Cinder another task.
“You wish to go the festival, but you have no headdress and neither do we. Make our headdresses for us, and if you have time, make yours. Be sure they are finely made, and not sloppily done!”
Cinder’s heart sank once again, as she knew she would not have enough time to finish all the headdresses. So she waited until the last silvery sliver of the sun had slipped past the horizon, stood by the river, and looked up at the bright star in the sky. Taking a deep breath, she called out in her sweet voice,
“Divine being of light,
Please listen to my plea.
For my very own stepmother
Seeks my good light to smother;
Three headdresses she asks of me
And this in turn I ask of thee.”
The star descended until it stood in front of Cinder.
“Do not be afraid,” the star said, “For I am your mother, and I love you very much. Three headdresses your stepmother asks, and three headdresses I give you. And because of your selflessness, I give you your own headdress as well.”
Cinder thanked the star and rushed back to the house. She hid her own headdress in her room, and the next day presented her stepmother and stepsisters with their headdresses. Her stepsisters’ eyes shone as they beheld the beautiful headdresses, and thanked Cinder warmly for them. Her stepmother, on the other hand, was once again angry at the speed at which Cinder completed her task. Once again, she assigned Cinder with another task.
“You wish to go the festival, but you have no dancing shoes and neither do we. Make our shoes for us, and if you have time, make yours. Be sure they are finely made, and not sloppily done!”
Cinder’s heart sank yet again, as she knew she would not have enough time to finish all the shoes. So she waited until the last silvery sliver of the sun had slipped past the horizon, stood by the river, and looked up at the bright star in the sky. Taking a deep breath, she called out in her sweet voice,
“Divine being of light,
Please listen to my plea.
For my very own stepmother
Seeks my good light to smother;
Three pairs of dancing shoes she asks of me
And this in turn I ask of thee.”
The star descended until it stood in front of Cinder.
“Do not be afraid,” the star said, “For I am your mother, and I love you very much. Three pairs of shoes your stepmother asks, and three pairs of shoes I give you. And because of your selflessness, I give you your own pair as well.”
Cinder thanked the star and rushed back to her house once again. She arrived just in time, for her stepmother and stepsisters were hurriedly dressing themselves for the festival. Cinder stopped short in the doorway, for she had forgotten that the festival began that night. Her stepmother saw her and stormed over.
“There you are, you worthless girl! Now give me and my daughters our shoes; we are late!”
With these words she grabbed the shoes from Cinder’s arms and gave pairs to her daughters. As she took a pair for herself, her eyes flew to the remaining pair.
“What have you done? You wish to go to the festival and embarrass us with your dirty face and disgusting hair? You are unworthy, and you are staying here!”
Cinder’s stepsisters tried to protest, but were roughly shoved aside as their mother threw Cinder’s shoes in the fireplace. Cinder’s stepmother stomped into Cinder’s room and soon found the hidden dress and headdress – these she burned also.
As they left for the festival, Cinder’s stepsisters regarded Cinder with apologetic glances. Cinder was left alone in the house without clothes for the festival. She ran out to the riverbank and wept, crying out to the star overhead.
“Divine being of light,
Please listen to my plea.
For my cruel stepmother –
She crushed my hope like a wraith –
Has utterly smothered
And eclipsed all my faith.
One more boon I beg of thee,
Put me out of my misery.”
The star descended once more until it stood in front of Cinder.
“My dear child,” said her mother, “I am sorry for the cruelty you have been shown. But all misery will end, and with that end comes the beginning of new life. Go to the festival in this dress I give you and dance to your heart’s content. Only be back home before the sun rises, for my power wanes with the morning star.”
Cinder was immediately adorned in a lovely flowing dress, pure white and without blemishes. She wore nothing on her feet or in her hair, but on her left ankle was a thin circlet of golden leaves. Her face was no longer dirty, and her hair blew free and beautiful in the wind.
It was in this attire that Cinder went to the festival in the village. Everyone was astounded at her beauty and turned to gaze at her pure face. She met a handsome stranger there, and danced with him the entire night. Whenever someone approached Cinder to dance with her, he said, “This maiden is dancing with me.”
Cinder’s stepmother kept looking at the fair maiden’s face and trying to think of whether or not she knew the girl, while Cinder’s stepsisters immediately recognized Cinder but kept the secret to themselves. Cinder kept in mind her mother’s words, and watched the night sky closely. Before the first rays of the sun had appeared over the horizon, she was already gone and out of the village, leaving behind the handsome stranger and the celebrators to wonder where she had gone.
When she arrived back at the house, the sun’s rays had spilled over the edge of the world, and Cinder’s lovely dress changed back into the rags she was forced to wear. Her face was once again dirty and her hair matted. Her stepmother and stepsisters returned home to find her sweeping the floor, as if nothing had happened.
The next evening, Cinder’s stepmother and stepsisters left again for the festival, leaving Cinder in the house. Saddened at being ignored, Cinder once again went to the riverbank and cried out,
“Divine being of light,
Please listen to my plea.
For my cruel stepmother –
She crushed my hope like a wraith –
Has utterly smothered
And eclipsed all my faith.
One more boon I beg of thee,
Put me out of my misery.”
The star descended again until it stood in front of Cinder.
“My dear child,” said her mother, “Go to the festival in this dress I give you and dance to your heart’s content. Only be back home before the sun rises, for my power wanes with the morning star.”
Cinder was immediately adorned in a beautiful and rich dress, shimmering golden and adorned with diamonds. She wore nothing on her feet or in her hair, but on her left ankle was again a thin circlet of golden leaves. Her face was again no longer dirty, and her hair blew free and beautiful in the wind.
It was in this attire that Cinder went to the festival that night. Everyone turned to look at her, for she was truly beautiful. She ran into the handsome stranger she had met the night before and danced with him the entire night. Whenever someone approached Cinder to dance with her, he said, “This maiden is dancing with me.”
But Cinder kept in mind her mother’s warning, and slipped away from the festival before the sun started to rise. Her stepmother and stepsisters returned home to find her, dressed in her rags, washing the dishes as if nothing had ever happened.
The next evening, Cinder was once again left alone in the house. Her heart broken at being left behind for the third time, Cinder ran to the riverbank and cried,
“Divine being of light,
Please listen to my plea.
For my cruel stepmother –
She crushed my hope like a wraith –
Has utterly smothered
And eclipsed all my faith.
One more boon I beg of thee,
Put me out of my misery.”
The star descended again until it stood in front of Cinder.
“My dear child,” said her mother, “Go to the festival in this dress I give you and dance to your heart’s content. Only be back home before the sun rises, for my power wanes with the morning star.”
Cinder was immediately adorned in a dazzlingly wondrous dress, shining with all the colors of the rainbow and decorated with dewdrops. She wore nothing on her feet or in her hair, but on her left ankle was the thin circlet of golden leaves. Her face was again no longer dirty, and her hair blew free and beautiful in the wind.
It was in this attire that Cinder went to the festival. The townsfolk could not look at her, for she was so dazzling. The handsome stranger approached her with closed eyes and asked her to dance. Whenever someone approached Cinder to dance with her, he said, “This girl is dancing with me.”
But Cinder forgot to keep an eye on the sky. The night went by all too fast, and when she finally remembered her mother’s admonition, the first rays of the sun were starting to spread across the sky. Flustered, Cinder started to run home. The handsome stranger chased after her, but she left behind the golden circlet on her ankle.
When Cinder’s stepmother and stepsisters arrived back at home, they found Cinder, dressed in her rags, cleaning the fireplace as if nothing ever happened.
The festival was over, but the next day there came word from the great palace nearby that the prince wished to marry the girl whom a thin golden circlet belonged to. It would only fit the ankle of one, and this circlet was tried on by many, only to not fit at all. Cinder heard this news and inwardly rejoiced, for she realized the handsome stranger she had danced with had actually been the prince in disguise.
When the prince arrived at the home of Cinder, the stepmother rushed out to greet him. She tried to get her daughters to try on the circlet, but they refused, knowing who it belonged to.
“Mother, my ankle is too large,” said one. “It would surely break.”
“Mother, my ankle is too small,” claimed the other. “It would never stay. Let Cinder try the circlet.”
Cinder’s stepmother laughed. “Cinder? The little ragbag? She was never there; why should she try?”
“Have you another daughter?” the prince asked.
“Oh, no,” Cinder’s stepmother answered. “Just a mere servant girl, filthy and unworthy of trying the circlet.”
“Nevertheless, every maiden must try it on,” the prince insisted, and the two stepsisters brought out Cinder. She was still dressed in rags, but her face was clean and her hair long and smooth. The circlet fit her ankle perfectly.
Cinder’s stepsisters were glad, but her stepmother was furious. Cinder was taken to the prince’s palace and was married to him. She treated her stepmother and stepsisters kindly, and when the good King and Queen died, she made a glorious Queen in their stead and ruled fairly over the land, arm-in-arm with her husband.
Mew. That's all I'm gonna say. This story's over. Go home. If you're already home, stay there. :3
- Zi-Zi