Well, I’ve decided to post here a fairytale. So part by part (as I’ll write it) I’ll post it here.
So you can read now the first part. 😉
So you can read now the first part. 😉
Part 1. Storyteller
She looked down.
“So high… I’m afraid. But it’s the only way to find out if I can fly.” She was standing before the open window.
“Alright… Just don’t look down. Close your eyes and take a step ahead.. Close your eyes and…”
She felt silent breath of wind in her face when suddenly someone’s hand grabbed her into the room.
– What the hell are you doing Kaija? – asked so dear voice.
– I wanted to find out if I can fly… – said she looking down at the floor.
– It’s dangerous. You could kill yourself. Don’t ever do that again.
– Forgive me. I won’t. – whispered she with tears in her eyes and looked at him.
He was taller than her and looked at her strictly but his glance wasn’t mean.
He embraced her and stroked her long hair.
– Just don’t do it again. I couldn’t stand this life without you. You mean the whole world to me, my Kaija.
She felt his warmth. She loved the way he smelled. Soft scent of the blooming field in a warm summer night.
– Never… – wept she.
Being a little girl she was very curious. She dreamt of purity within human heart, of angels and elves. She never wished to be a princess like other girls. She was more like a boy, running in the fields, playing in pirates and other such games.
Her best friends were boys because girls thought she was too wild and not like other girls.
Time passed by and she grew up. But she left the same…
Money and cars, expensive clothes and fashionable shoes meant nothing to her.
She wanted to reach the falling leaf, to run under the rain and dream about untouched purity within that kindest heart.
“Call me when you need me. I’m always here for you… anytime, anywhere. Even being so far. I’m always with you.”
Once he promised her that she’d never lose him. And he kept that promise gently.
He was her friend. He was much older and always protected her from all that evil surrounding her.
She called him Storyteller or just Teller.
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