Anyway, I know I've been really really slack lately. Esp. with the updating of this blog baby. Been feeling kinda guilt-ridden. (Which explains my sudden appearance here... ) And so I've thought of this little passage. To make up for my own lack of opportunities to write narrative stuff when I was younger hee. The best thing about doing this now is that I don't have to worry about being graded for it ha.
So here goes nothing hee...
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Legend has it that there was a well in the middle of an enchanted forest. In the well, there was a door which led to a flight of stairs which led to a winding path leading to a tower. In that tower lived a wise old sage. It was said that the old man could grant any wishes. But of course, as any good myth would have it, each wish would come at a certain price. But as to how much the price was, no one knew for sure.
And so our story brings us to a little village just south of the forest. Being a primitive farming civilization, life was slow and simple, there was nothing much to see, nowhere to go and nothing to do. But the villagers, being simple-minded folks, were happy and contented with their lives.
The white lady lived at the entrance of the village near the forest where the well was. The dark lord lived at the rear end of the village, isolated from everyone else. The villagers loved the white lady as she was fair and kind, even though the lady seldom spoke to anyone and just went about her own daily routines. The dark lord, however, was avoided by everyone as if it was an unspoken rule that he was not to be engaged with. The lord himself was not of an unpleasant disposition, neither was he dealing in any shady business worth scandalising. But he too rarely spoke and no one was inclined to assume otherwise.
The lady and the lord never met all their lives.
Till one day.
The lady was making her rounds distributing flowers and herbs to the villagers. The lord, on an unusual routine that morning, arose and rode off towards the forest for an early morning ride. They met midway in the village. She was stunned by the sudden appearance of a black steed dashing across the small pavement and she saw him. At that moment, she realised something. Something that would change her life.
He never noticed her. And dashed forward.
Autumn passed and winter came. The lady pined for that truth, her realisation had caused her misery. She withered, as the flowers and herbs which she bestowed upon the village withered with the frost. The lord spent his days as he always did, in his isolation in his mansion.
Soon spring came. And with spring came Rose. And Rose, like her name, was a true beauty. Fate had it that she was to stay in the long vacated house right next to the lord's. And soon the lord fell as with all the villagers. But alas, Rose did not.
The white lady being too broken to make her rounds, was soon forgotten, her goodness buried by the villagers. The dark lord could not forget her of course, as it would be an impossible attempt to forget something which one has not remembered.
But the flames of Rose's new found fame spread far and wide, and soon the lady, in her frail state found out about her lord's desperate attempts at winning Rose's hand. The lady summoned all the strength she had and travelled to the forest, found the well. She jumped into the well, went down the stairs and limped to the tower.
"What bids you here, my lady?"
"I beg you sir, grant me this wish"
"And what would my lady grant me? Your life?"
"Just tell me what to do.. I'll do anything."
And so the old sage sent our dearest lady back out to the forest to the greenest patch of grass where she was told to lie. A mist appeared and the lady was no more, and a snowy field of baby's breath appeared in the patch..
Rose and her lord were married two weeks later. They could never understand why the dew on the baby's breath in the forest never dries up, even on sunny afternoons or why the dew looked faintly life teardrops. But of course a minute matter like that did not interrupt their happiness and like everyone in a fairy tale, they lived happily ever after.
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Hmmm.. can't say I'm very satisfied with the whole thing but I think this has to be one of the longest entries I've ever typed in a while haha.
If the above has bored anyone to death then well, my apologies. I was never a strong story writer anyway hee.
I just thought it was appropriate to represent the white lady with baby's breath because, hmmm I wonder if you pple ever buy flowers, as in bouquets, roses are always complimented with baby's breath and I thought it was appropriate to give those beautiful little white flowers some credit for their role in making the roses look good as well.
And here's a picture hee.
Plus I guess I'm of the "love=sacrifice" sort of mentality. Or perhaps it's the shows and books I've reading haha.
