In a place that held magic and beauty in abundance – magic not always in its light form – a little girl with many interesting gifts was born into an ordinary family. One of her gifts was beauty; an outer beauty only eclipsed by her inner beauty.
When she was born her family gathered around her, taking in turns to hold the beautiful little girl. No one was more taken in by her beauty than her father, who would call her, “A Gift.”
As the little girl attracted more and more admirers, she also attracted the anger of a local witch. They called her a witch because she practised dark magic. And she liked being called a witch because they feared her. Sometimes her magic worked; sometimes it left her frustrated as it had no impact on her victims.
So the witch began casting her magic. She mixed a potion designed to make the little girl unattractive. It didn’t work, or so the witch thought, at the time. It would take many years for it to manifest itself in her life. However, some things did start to happen to her that immediately pleased the witch. The little girl’s parents split up shortly after her first birthday. A couple of years later her father died in a tragic circumstance. Still, the little girl remained the most beautiful in her village and the witch continued her evil attacks.
As she grew, so did her beauty. In her mid-teens, long jet black hair danced around her tiny waist and her smile radiated rooms, only now her admirers changed considerably and she had very few female friends.
When the witch’s magic made its way to her physical appearance, the girl, by then a young adult, lost a foot in a horrible accident. At the time she had moved away from the village for college. And the witch also moved on – in her case, she died a few years earlier.
One day her cousin who was sitting with their grandmother lamented her cousin’s condition. Her grandmother told her, “Sometimes beauty has to be spoiled for us to accept it – look at her; she now has more friends than she ever did.”
© K. Leeban