Not too long ago a very dear friend of mine brought up the question “if money was not an issue, what would you do with your life?” To be honest, ever since I was pre-school I thought the notion of the Story-Teller from another time was wonderful. Complete with a sash carrying pouches with various contents, a staff, and a trusty dagger for all purposes, I could travel from place to place, telling stories or the latest news from other towns and villages. The only issue is that in the age of technology a traveling Story-Teller is a little out of place not to mention that I have no idea if I’m even qualified to tell stories. So I’ve decided to tell a story of my own for this post to see if I am any good at this story-telling business. This is the only one I plan on publishing on WordPress for the time being, so let’s get started.
Once there was a witch. I do not believe she was an evil witch as so many seem to be because she even went out of her way to save spiders. No, I don’t think she was evil at all. Well, this particular witch was depressed one day because none of the people around her seemed to really appreciate what she did for them. Even her close circle of friends didn’t fully appreciate her magic. They said she was important but it never felt sincere to her. Now her friends were quite different from other people. There was a faun, two goblins, a bird-man, a siren who could not sing, and a few others. But one of them was a prince.
This prince was about the same age as the young witch and they got along as the best of friends. They would engage into a battle of wits to outsmart the other. They would confide in one another and sometimes talk well into the night about the world that lay beyond the kingdom. One day though, her sixth sense told her that eyes were on her and she began to see her friend, the prince, look at her with such fondness that it threw her into a state of panic and shock. Now remember, this is a witch we’re talking about. If you know anything about witches, their powers are often linked to emotion. So when she began to feel this way, she began to lose self-control of her powers. People in conversations would suddenly start talking nonsense if she walked by. The wind would get stronger if she was nearby. It was strange for her close friend to look at her in such a way. She tried to fool herself that it was nothing but when he handed her a note requesting her company to go with him to the Midsummer festivities, she was taken aback. No one had ever asked her to go to with them to anything. Ever.
It dawned on her then that the prince thought more highly of her than her other companions, as if he actually saw her worth. And then she realized how much she had fallen in love with the prince and as shown through their conversations, battles of wit, and finally this invitation, he felt the same. Now remember what I told you about witches and their emotions? Well now when she walked by people, they heard sweet music on the wind, the sky was a deeper blue, and flowers grew in the most infertile of soil and flourished. It was several months until Midsummer and the witch and the prince became more flirtatious during that time. Just a simple brush of the arm thrilled her. He whispered jokes in her ear and she would shake with laughter. She lived to make him smile and daydreamed of the night ahead when they would dance together in the starlight.
She prepared her dress with the aid of an older, more talented witch, and made it a thing of myth. The two witches with their spinning thread, sailed to the heavens and captured the essence of the night sky and with it, remnants of stardust. Then, jumping from star to star, they reached the moon. They gathered the moon pearls that grew there and ground them into a fine powder and made their way back to earth. It was dawn by then and the witches thanked the sky dragon for the light of the sun when suddenly the young witch’s gaze was caught by a glimmer of light. She had found a spiderweb. “Bring it with us, child. It will come of use,” the elder witch spoke. So our young witch gently gathered the web and placed it with the moon pearl dust. They went back to the elder witch’s cottage in the forest and began to spin the finest of silks into a beautiful dress infused with the moon pearl dust and essence of night. The spiderweb was dyed and used as lace trimming. She felt beautiful wearing it and knew the prince would too. How stunned he would be! How enamoured! How flustered as well!
One day, only a month until Midsummer, did the prince come to the witch with a worried demeanor. The witch saw this and asked,” sweet Prince, what troubles you so? You seem on-edge.” The prince took a breath and, while avoiding her gaze, asked,” Did you know I was courting the Princess of Aledia?” The witch was unbelievably shocked by this but was very soft spoken and level headed, trying to keep her powers under control.
“No. I was not aware,” the witch said,” Why do you mention it?”
“Because I must know if this changes anything for Midsummer. I told the princess that I had already asked you back before the first snow thaw and she burst into tears saying she wouldn’t go at all unless she went with me. Miss Witch, I think I love her more than anyone I’ve ever met and I don’t know what to do.”
Now what did the witch do after hearing these words? Did she hex him and turn both the prince and princess into frogs? Actually she didn’t. The witch was surprisingly calm in that moment and rather than come between the happiness of two lovers, she looked the prince in the eye and told him to go with the princess. Without another thought, the boy thanked the witch and rushed away to tell his lady-fair. This gave the witch plenty of time to think. How could she have been so foolish to believe he loved her? It wasn’t as if it would have lasted anyway. A witch and a prince? Impossible. No wonder the princess was so upset to hear the news. The witch never once cried, but felt a bitter gnawing at her heart. The prince returned with news that the princess had accepted this news joyfully, but he still looked forlorn. She did not ask this time.
“Miss Witch, I feel absolutely terrible for breaking my word with you. You, one of my closest of friends. Please, I beg of you, if there is some way I can make this up to you, tell me now.”
The witch just gazed steadily at the prince, in all of his finery and shirts of satin, and said to him:
“My dear Prince, I just want you to be happy.”
These words cut the prince so harsh and so deep that he was dumbstruck, but then tears came to his eyes and he screamed in such fury at himself, scaring the witch. The next day the witch avoided as many people as possible and stayed very quiet. Several times the prince would come to her and ask if she was alright. She would not answer him. Eventually the prince became desperate at the end of the day and fell before her sobbing.
“Look, I’ve been a bastard, and I’ve hurt one of the only people whom I may call ‘friend’. And you have always been the dearest and nicest of friends. Please, I beg of you, just talk to me!!!”
The witch felt what may have been pity, and told the prince her thoughts.
“Sweet Prince, please do not beg before me. You are still my friend and I will not allow a friend of mine to act as such. However, your behavior concerning me and the princess has been appalling. Why did you even invite me in the first place if you had feelings for her? You lied to both of us, and if I deserve anything, it’s the Truth. I forgive you because you are my friend and I love you, but if you lie to me again, you will shatter.”
The prince was weeping as she said this and began to kiss her hand multiple times and declared:
“Oh kind, caring friend of mine, you may be a witch but you have the might of a queen and the heart of an angel!”
And so the witch forgave the prince. But what about Midsummer? Did the witch end up going anyway? No. She did not. The days leading up to the celebration were rough and miserable, and she never did tell anyone about the prince’s actions for fear of tarnishing his reputation. The witch did leave though. On Midsummer’s Eve, she put on the dress of starlight, wrapped her hands in spider-lace gloves, and followed the will-o-the-whisks into the night and was spirited away to another realm entirely and never saw the prince again.
Now I find it important to mention that not all stories are fairy tales, but all fairy tales are stories. Some stories don’t have the happiest of endings. So what is the lesson? It is this: You do not treat people the way the prince treated his witch friend. He lived the rest of his life with the pain of knowing he had hurt another. Even in his old age he never forgot and desperately wished the witch would return and things would become what they once were. You must not lie to people and two-face them. Especially if you love them.