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UNTAMEDelegance Member
since 2009-05-30
Posts 222Oregon |
Olinda That was fun, thought Olinda as she walked through the forest back to her small estate. It was dusk and the post-sunset light threw the world into an orangey glow. It was like everything was drenched in sweet, sticky honey. The treetops were golden and beneath them light, cool shadows pooled. Olinda breathed the air in deeply holding it there as long as she could. When she finally released it she couldn’t help but think about the misperceptions visiting people brought with them about witches. Yeah, there were bad witches in the world. There are bad people too, but not every single witch is bad. Olinda was an herb witch, more inclined to using herbs and potions to help concentrate her magic. She sometimes had a temper problem that helped give her the reputation she had, but something most people didn’t know was that she always went and fixed the things she had done in anger. She sighed and looked up. There was home and right next to her wall was the house of Mara and Derek. Smiling, she thought about the dinner they had planned tonight. Lately Mara had been trying to set her up, but for the moment Olinda had everything she wanted. Love could wait. *** “Goodbye!” Olinda called to Mara and Derek. Their dinner was over—surprisingly lacking of any men besides Derek—and Olinda was ready for a good hour of reading from a new tome she had bought before she went to bed. With a flick of her wrist she lit the candles of her bedroom. Olinda paused for a moment in front of the enormous floor-length mirror that was situated beside her closet door. Even though many years had passed in her life Olinda still looked like a girl of eighteen. It was a side-affect of having magical powers. A witch wouldn’t age for years and years upon end. Sometimes it took until her 500th birthday until a witch looked like she was twenty. Olinda was only 227, but she still wished she could look a little older and a little more motherly. She sighed and banished the thoughts from her head. Rapunzel loved her no matter how young and un-motherly she looked. She got into her bedclothes and settled into the down of her bed to read. But she couldn’t concentrate. Every time she closed her eyes, Olinda got a mental picture of Rapunzel tied up in the forest. That’s ridiculous! thought Olinda. Rapunzel was fine when I left her and no one can get into the tower but her. Slightly comforted by the thought, she continued reading. SMACK! What was that? Pain seared across her face and the dreadful sound of skin striking skin rang in Olinda’s ears. She staggered to her feet, shaking her head. It took her a couple of minutes to realize that no one was getting ready to hit her again. Then pain struck again on her arm. Olinda cried out and looked down at her arm to see who was assaulting her. Nothing. No one was there. Olinda stood for a moment wondering who or what was beating her. Then revelation rushed into her consciousness in a burst of understanding. “Rapunzel!” Olinda cried. Running about her house she dressed and grabbed several handfuls of spell components. She slipped her shoes on and rushed out the door . The first few drops of an oncoming storm spattered onto Olinda’s face stinging the delicate skin of her cheeks. She wiped them off and drew the hood of her cloak over her hair. She buttoned the front and headed face-on into the storm. The agonizing lashes of pain continued all the while Olinda searched for her daughter. Rain was pounding relentlessly when Olinda finally found Rapunzel’s bruised and battered form. Olinda set up the circle of herbs for a teleportation spell and soon the two were back in Olinda’s house. Olinda called Rapunzel’s parents and they were over in less than five minutes. Olinda tapped Rapunzel’s mind using a charm containing rosemary and nightshade. There she saw what the prince had done to her Rapunzel. Three days later when Rapunzel woke up she handed Olinda a lock of dark brown hair with a furtive whisper of, “I think a pig would suit him nicely.” When Mara and Derek questioned her Rapunzel’s response was dismissive and ambiguous. “Don’t worry you’ll see soon. Let’s just say that the prince might be missing for several long months.” *** Using an herbal teleportation circle, Olinda appeared beside the bed of the prince at exactly midnight. She was dressed in a white flowing gown that, instead of bringing some color to her cheeks, only emphasized the delicate, porcelain color of her flesh. Quickly and soundlessly Olinda put out the ingredients for the spell she would need: the petals of Hellebore, the flowers of Saffron, the berries of Bindweed, the leaves of Asphodel, and the berries from a Yew tree. It was a relatively simple spell, but it needed one other thing; a lock of the victim’s hair. Olinda took the brown shiny lock given to her by Rapunzel from her pocket. Using her sorcery she floated the piece of hair over towards the prince’s chest while she remained over by the window, a brilliantly beautiful silhouette encompassed by moonlight. There she waited for the prince to wake at the feather-light touch of his own hair on his chest. *** Prince Aldrik woke in a bleary, confused state. Blinking, he sat up and looked around. It took him a full sweep of the room before he saw her; the enchanting, moonlit woman by the window who slowly walked toward him with an inviting smile. “Um… Hello.” He—so eloquently—said while his brain tried to think of something to say to this gorgeous, yet mysterious stranger. “Hello.” She said softly. Then she held out one hand out towards the prince palm down. “Sus scrofa scrofa.” the woman said in a voice that resonated inside Prince Aldrik’s head and made him squeal. Wait! Squeal? *** Several weeks later Rapunzel’s family heard the news. The prince had disappeared in the middle of the night when everyone else in the castle had been asleep. In the morning, the maid in charge of cleaning his room had found a common pig in the prince’s bed. When they heard the story, Mara, Derek, Rapunzel, and Olinda laughed until they cried. But eventually the prince had to come back and so about six months later Olinda paid him another visit. He reappeared as a changed man. He was more fair, less selfish, and very, very humbled—seeing as he had the chance to figure out that even the royal swine were smarter than he. He learned and grew up to be a good, fair king, but he never went searching for “Repugnant” again. Rapunzel grew and eventually married a boy named Emory. She had met him at school when they were younger and the two of them grew up to be best friends. Soon Mara, Derek, and Olinda were helping Rapunzel and Emory raise a beautiful, intelligent granddaughter whom they loved very dearly. And they all lived happily ever after. 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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Excellent retelling, Untamed. Elegant and well told. I enjoyed this very much. Thank you. Jim Sutra 30: Language reflects the Truth of one’s Reality: listen carefully when others speak. |
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