Yasmin: A Faery Tale Beginning
Once upon a time, there was a couple who wanted to have a child. After years of trying, they were unable to have one of their own. The woman had heard dark magic stories of the mysterious travelers who began camping outside the town. Desperate, the woman secretly wandered into their camp one night. The travelers all watched her silently as she approached their elder, a gypsy woman with aged white hair.
With a toss of her hand, the gypsy invited the woman into her wagon, which was as colorful as the gypsy's patchwork clothes. The woman sat down at the small table made from driftwood and explained how she was unable to produce a child. Never uttering a word, the gypsy set to work mixing a potion for the woman. With each new mysterious ingredient added, the woman watched as the potion would bubble and glow. When it was finished, the gypsy carefully poured the creation into a clear glass bottle. The gypsy handed the blue tinted liquid to the woman. When the woman grabbed the bottle to accept it, the gypsy held onto it and wrapped her other hand around the woman's tightly. It was then she spoke.
"You will have a special child, but at a price. Heed my words, you will not see your child twice."
The woman gasped as the gypsy released her, leaving the bottle in her hands. She quickly stood, ran out of the wagon, out of the camp, and back to her home. She stayed up a few more hours, constantly checking at the windows to see if the crazy hoard of travelers had followed her. Still thinking about what the gypsy said, she sat down and stared at the bottle. She questioned what the old woman meant. If she had the child, would they steal it away from her? Surely her husband and the town would protect her baby from the travelers. There were not that many, after all. No more than a third of the town's total at most. In her home, in her town, she felt safe. She began to drink the potion. At first it was bitter, but each sip was different from the last, turning to sweet to salty to sour and more. After finishing it, she went to bed with her husband, without telling him what she had done.
Once upon a time, there was a couple who wanted to have a child. After years of trying, they were unable to have one of their own. The woman had heard dark magic stories of the mysterious travelers who began camping outside the town. Desperate, the woman secretly wandered into their camp one night. The travelers all watched her silently as she approached their elder, a gypsy woman with aged white hair.
With a toss of her hand, the gypsy invited the woman into her wagon, which was as colorful as the gypsy's patchwork clothes. The woman sat down at the small table made from driftwood and explained how she was unable to produce a child. Never uttering a word, the gypsy set to work mixing a potion for the woman. With each new mysterious ingredient added, the woman watched as the potion would bubble and glow. When it was finished, the gypsy carefully poured the creation into a clear glass bottle. The gypsy handed the blue tinted liquid to the woman. When the woman grabbed the bottle to accept it, the gypsy held onto it and wrapped her other hand around the woman's tightly. It was then she spoke.
"You will have a special child, but at a price. Heed my words, you will not see your child twice."
The woman gasped as the gypsy released her, leaving the bottle in her hands. She quickly stood, ran out of the wagon, out of the camp, and back to her home. She stayed up a few more hours, constantly checking at the windows to see if the crazy hoard of travelers had followed her. Still thinking about what the gypsy said, she sat down and stared at the bottle. She questioned what the old woman meant. If she had the child, would they steal it away from her? Surely her husband and the town would protect her baby from the travelers. There were not that many, after all. No more than a third of the town's total at most. In her home, in her town, she felt safe. She began to drink the potion. At first it was bitter, but each sip was different from the last, turning to sweet to salty to sour and more. After finishing it, she went to bed with her husband, without telling him what she had done.