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|Willow's Magical Escape (standard:fairy tales, 10648 words)|
|Author: Chancey||Added: Aug 08 2006||Views/Reads: 2415/1734||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Willow finds herself on a magical journey to Fantasy Land to find out who she truly is. On the way, she receives help from all her childhood heroes.|
Willow's Magical Escape Willow was six when her father died. He had what the adults called cancer, but Willow knew that it was not cancer that killed him, but the dark monsters of the world they lived in. Adults could not see the dark monsters, they were dark grey, like shadows, and they sulked in ever corner that was not filled with light. They watched people some, but they especially watched children and adults who understood children. That was why they had come for her father. Willow was a child, and to beleive in fairies, witches, goblins and such was okay for her, although the dark monsters still watched the children who beleived, they never did anything to them. Her father, however was old enough to do something about it, or maybe he was something to the fantasy realm, Willow did not know, but whatever he was, he was a threat to the dark monsters, and they could do awful things to you, if you were a threat to them. Willow did not know what her father had to do with the fantasy realm, but she knew that he must have something to do with it because he knew all the stories about that place. Her father was the one who told her all the stories about it. He was the one who explained fairies and witches to her, and he also told her how to tell the good fairies and witches from the bad fairies and witches. When Willow had tried to explain to her mother, Mary, what her father had been telling her and what had really happened to him, her mother told her it was silliness, simple childhood fantasy. Willow knew that it just was not true, and she was determined to find some way to prove it. Monthes passed, and the relationship between herself and her mother dwindled, her mother grew tired of the girl, and did not have much patience with the fact that she was so like her father and so unlike herself. In time she grew to hate the child, in a way that it was unfathomable to hate your own child. It was in this way that she took out the fact that Willow had never been her biological child, although it was not something that she could ever tell Willow, or anyone else, for though she may hate the child that her husband had brought home so long ago, she loved her husband, and would never let his secret out. Therefore, it was a secret she would take to her grave. The fact of the matter was that after her and her husband had been married for many happy years, he continued to go away, sometimes for long periods of time, without informing his young wife where he was going or what he was doing. After one of his trips that was exceptionally long, he had returned with Willow, telling his adoring wife that she was his child, and that she was not safe with her own biological mother, for she was the first child born of two different worlds. At the time, he had promised Mary that he would never leave their home again to journey to that other place, and that had been enough for Mary to accept the child as her own. At that time, Mary had loved the beautiful child. In fact the child was the most beautiful Mary had ever seen. Her curly, honey-gold hair framed her heart shaped face, and brought out her deep, bright blue eyes. Her lips were always smiling, and she had a way of winning a heart. She was so bubbly and full of life, and Mary got so many compliments on her, that indeed the child was more of a blessing than a curse. That was when her beloved husband, her beloved Charles had been alive. They had been the happy family, however there was nothing in the deal that said that Mary was going to be strapped with a silly, disobedient, sprite of a child all by herself in the future. Mary found herself quite angry at the whole situation, and frantically wishing that the girls true mother would come for her one day, although she did not even know who the lady was, or if she was even still living. In truth, she knew nothing of the childs birth mother, or even if the child had actually been her husbands. She supposed it was a secret she would never be privy to. While Mary was busy hiring nannies and tutors to take the child into hand, and keep her away and occupied, Mary was battling with the bottle more and more every day, and her and the child were growing more and more distant, which was exactly as Mary wanted it. She was tired of dealing with her, and tired of lying about her birth, and her place in the world. Willow was also noticing the rift that Mary was creating, and ceased calling her mother, favoring Mary, since to Willows way of thing, Mary Click here to read the rest of this story (996 more lines)
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