21 June 2011

A child's story

785 BC. Shadow monsters terrorized the kingdom of Nouvre. The locals gathered every Thursday night to discuss new plans of keeping their people and the king’s castle safe. The king always attended the meetings together with his wife, sons and daughters. Everyone was present from blacksmith to baker, from priest to soothsayer, everyone…except for those incapable.

The king’s youngest daughter never attended the meetings and never showed her face beyond the walls of her chamber. Some say she locked herself years ago but others believed the king himself locked her in due to her instable personality. She was indeed different from the rest. A "cursed girl" people called her. She never agreed with the rest. When a person calls the whole world insane, what to make of it than that the person herself is insane? One against the whole world could not be and to think that she took the side of the monsters destroying the kingdom, trying to convince others that the monsters were harmless…Nobody sympathized with her, not even the king. He often said she was from the unfortunate side of the family.

‘I try to convince my people that we need to take measures then you come and spoil everything with your unbelievably insane ideas!’ Were the last words he had spoken to her before the door between them was locked for eternity.

She never left her chamber, she never showed her face although she had an extraordinary large balcony covered with colorful flowers and blooming roses who seemed to take care of themselves. She received her food through a small window made in the locked door. Her mother had ordered for that window to be made so that she could see her daughter’s face. Her daughter never gave her that pleasure and covered her face whenever the food arrived. No one ever talked to her, no one actually knew how she looked like as she had been just a child when she was isolated from the world outside. But they knew she was alive as a shadow was always seen haunting the chamber and they knew she still protected the monsters as she sent several letters to the king asking him to put an end to the meetings.
 
But the king's daughter did come out of her chamber and that always happened on Thursday night, during the meetings. You could see the window and a figure sneaking through it into the colorful balcony. You could spot her golden hair shining under the full moon and the wind blowing over her red cheeks. Her hands would rest on the balcony edge and her chin would be lift up high as if waiting for something. If you were patient enough you would soon understand what she was waiting for.

A shadow, like a bat, you think you saw it but you can't see it anymore. Something moved around the castle, around the trees, the princess took few steps back and there it was. A giant shadow stood before her with giant bat wings and the body of a bull. Was he going to attack? Why wasn't she screaming. She stood there and a moment later spread her arms towards the beast.

A giant claw was seen reaching the soft hands of the princess. Or were they hands? Was it a beast? Now it looked like a man, the wings shrunk and disappeared, the huge head turned into a human's beautiful face, the buffalo legs turned into a man's powerful legs, the beast was a beast no longer but a man with angelic features, a prince fit for a princess. The princess went inside her chamber and the man followed.

Nine months have passed and the princess seemed to grow sicker and sicker. She barely ate her food and her shadow was hardly seen walking around the chambers, no more letters were send to the king but on every Thursday night you could still spot the shadow entering her chamber and leaving before the meetings ended.

On one rainy day the castle was surrounded by a baby's cries. The king ordered his men to find out where the cries came from and soon they realized it was coming from the locked chamber. They managed to break the lock and when they entered they found the princess laying in bed and a monster flying out of the balcony with a baby in his arms. They shot with arrows and threw spears but it was too late. The monster had fled. The king saw his daughter for the first time in years and all he did was raise his sword.

The monster reached the forests in no time and entered the one and only place he knew was safe, a cave hidden deep into the wildness.

The baby wasn't crying. He was looking at the monster instead. An old woman suddenly appreaded before the monster.

 'A baby?'

'My son.'

 He gave the old woman the baby and flew back for his loved princess. He never returned.

The old woman looked at the baby and smiled softly.

'Be proud child, you're the first of your kind.'

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