Where do I begin, ha ha. Where do I even start a story whose ending will crush your heart? But ah well. A journey of a 1000 miles begins with a single step he hymned and began.
mistaken, she is so much more. Let go of her because
she is no more since she left us that while ago
Her eyes did not shed any tears they said
nor did she look back when she left
those people without an
answer or even a smile.
A child came up
running, crying and trying
to drag her back but as she turned around
and gasped
it was you... it was you all along
she disappeared
the villages did not know how to respond, yet they didn't mourn because they knew
within their heart that she would one day, perhaps return.
As for the child, he was left there... alone. He stayed.... for years and as he grew older
you could see that both he and the fairy had the same birthmark of a sword beneath their belly for once
she left him she had handed him her heart.
The villages did not know whose son the man was nor where he came from. Why and what business did he have of hers. The daughter of the baker and his wife with their son?
She had been the loveliest for as long as anyone can remember, her heart was as fragile as butterfly yet her courage as strong as a lion. She never failed in making everyone happy for it was in their happiness hers was.
*sigh* the storyteller shook his head. No no I might be throwing y'all in the story a little too fast, though you know nothing. But let me take you back a 10 years or so, so you get to know this lady and boy.
10 years before ...
Daddy daddy look I can see it, its over there - daddy hurry! she screamed. Her voice was like the nightingale itself dancing on the leaves of the trees until her father responded.
Wait my child be careful, though it might be beautiful don't go too close - remember what mother said.
Yes daddy, i remember. But hurry you have to see this.
As father approached he saw what the daughter was looking at. Mussel shells in hundreds enough to feed them for a year and the king would most certainly enjoy it if they could get it. Yet nothing is as easy at it seems for it was a long way down and none of them had ever taken a swim into such deep water.
My child, we have to return with our tools there is no way we can swim that deep at this hour.
She looked at him, because she knew that this opportunity would not come as the tide was approaching and would wash away the pearls at the bottom of the sea.
Daddy can't you hold that rope? and I can give it a try?
No child that would be far to dangerous for both of us, let us go home.
As she was jumping from rock to rock she failed to see that one rock was not stuck.
it moved and she fell.
The current was strong and she heard her fathers voice calling for her
She saw his shadow running along the side but there was nothing he would do.
The waves pulled her down as she tried to reach the surface.
Gasping
Fighting
Giving everything
until at last she gripped a tree or a hand and breathed...
She opened her eyes, no she was not dead..
she was breathing...and she was in a cave
What happened? What cave? What did she see? How could she breath? Who is she? Many many questions I assume you have dear, but remember that every great story has a little pain.
We will continue more tomorrow or maybe the other time we'll meet. Have a great night dear fellow and friends and the story will continues until the end but for now I bid you good night and farewell the storyteller said and vanished into thin air
chuckling the little girl in the front said, I wonder when the storyteller will tell us his story.
to be continued...
by ucurmi
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