hey guys like i said it was a weird, let\'s mess with a fairytale setting, that turned really sad\\
and it kind just wrote itself .don\'t have time to develop just yet, but too excited to not shear and also wanted to get peoples opinions on what direction should we take this!
so here u go!
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Once upon a time
There lived a cottage, and in that cottage lived a young man, with his wife and two daughters.
Until one day he gravely insulted a witch, “for your slight I will give you a gift” her voice filled with an ominous presences, the air around her crackled.
“You will be bound for an eternity to my tower, as long as my tower stands so shall you”.
The man, true to the witches words, could not leave the area surrounding the tower. that night the witch left her home and disappeared into the woods.
The man, hopeful that the witch’s power had waned, tried to leave but was stopped by an invisible wall.
The man wife and two young daughters moved in, and for a while it was alright but eventually they ran out of money.
the man, not being able to work, was being constrained by the tower.
the woman had to go to town to find work, she found work as a servant for the local lord.
once a week she would come back home, overjoyed to see her family and her love, but as the years passed she grew older and the work didn’t get easier.
her back hurt, her fingers where aching and worn.
every time she went home, her daughters were that much tall and she felt that much older, but her husband didn’t change.
her face had wrinkles, her bones were tiered, and her finger ached, but her husband was still fit and young.
in a rage she snapped, she couldn’t take it anymore, all the work and hard toile, for what a useless husband! She yelled at the man, laying the blame on him.
That night she left, taking her daughters with her, settling in the local village.
5 years pass, where the man was completely alone.
Every day he longed to see his family, looking out the window in the direction on the village, tears and heartache hidden beneath the surface.
One day, he saw a young woman walking through the field whit a basket on her hip.
the man walked outside to greet her, the girl hesitantly approached him. “Father?” She questioned.
“it is I Emily”, the man gasped tears of joy filled his eyes, he ran over and hugged the girl.
The girl was taken aback, she had heard the story from her mother not truly believing it.
Surely such fable cannot exist, but the man hasn’t aged at all! a sad smile graced her face. she always remembered her father as kind man, before her mother dragged her off at the age of 12.
they pleaded and beg their mother, to go and visit their father, but their mother staunchly replied a resounding no!
they soon stopped asking, but now she was about to be a wed woman, a women in her own right and did not have to listen to her mother anymore.
she sniffed back the tears, and leaned back out of the man’s embrace examining his face. He had not changed in at all from her memories, Emily was mildly shocked.
Stepping back, the man motioned to the door of the tower.
“please come in, I’ll make us some tea” he lead their way up the winding steers and put a pot over the fire.
they both settled down into a chair, the man was eager to hear all about their time apart.
The father turned back making the tea, “father?” the girl started, I am to be wed soon.
the man hands stopped, he sighed “I guess that’s to be expected”.
“he is a good man, father, he owns a fishing boat! and we are to live with mother. Lucy will be looking for a husband soon, and mother needs someone to look after her”.
the man picked up the mugs and handed one to his daughter, “and how is your mother?”
“Mother is –“,the girl hesitated. “mother is tiered” the girl sighed.
“Her work at the manor, was not easy on her. she is too old to work now and is still bitter”.
The man across from her looked broken.
Compared to the joy he first expressed at her appearance, now he looked devoid of energy, like a heavy burden was trying to swash him flat.
The girl walked over and hugged her father, looking out the window she noticed the sun dipping behind the arisen.
“Father I have to go now, but I’ll come back soon! is there anything you would like?”
“Books” the man replied, “lots of books! it gets very boring being here alone”, the girl faltered she could see the loneliness in the man’s eyes, “I’ll be back soon and I’ll bring my husband for you to meet!”.
She gave him a quick hug, before descending down the steps of the tower.
leaving her basket on the table, the man smiled and lifted the covering on the basket.
inside was a loaf of bread and two blueberry muffins, the man didn’t need to eat.
but still took the pleasure of it from time to time, when he could find a ripe fruit in his domain.
he picked up a muffin and bit into to it, it was glorious! The sweet doughy texture and the bursting blue berries and man savoured it to the last drop, storing away the rest carefully.
the man smiled that evening, he wouldn’t be so alone anymore.
The next week his oldest daughter came again, this time with a young man in toe.
The man chuckled from his window, he could see the girl lecturing the young man, the young man scratching his head.
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The man walked down the tower and waited for them at the bottom.
when the girl came into sight the man yelled “Emily!” The girl quickly added her burden to the young mans, and ran up to her father giving him a big hug.
the young man came into sight, and put down his burdens and scowled, “and who might you be?” He demanded.
The man grinned, Emily quickly walked over and hit the youth on the head, “that’s my father you dolt!”
The young man turned back and looked at the man in amazement. “but, he?”
Trying not to laugh, the man offered them to come inside, the young man picked up the bundles again, following Emily inside.
the man motioned for them to sit, as he busied himself with making tea, “daddy! I want to introduce you”, “this is tom, the man I’m going to marry”.
tom takes his hat off, and stuttered “n-nice to meet you, sir”.
the man smiled down at him, “I heard you’re a fisherman tom?”
“Yes sir, followed in my father’s footsteps”.
“ And what was your father’s name?”
“ Jon, sir ,Jon stepfed”.
“Ah, good man Jon”, the man beamed down at his daughter, “good choice daughter, he will serve you well”.
Emily blushed and hugged her father “I’m glad you like him father”.
Emily and tom left leave behind there parcels, in one was a stack of books and the other baked goods.
the man smiled he was truly happy.
It continued on like this, every few weeks his daughter would come and visit.
Bringing with her, books and food updating him, on the happening of the village.
until one day she came and told him, she would have to stop visiting for some months.
for the path too steep for a pregnant woman, the man was over joyed for his daughter, for she was radiating with happiness, the man said he understood and waved good bye to this daughter.
the man was once again alone, months passed and he passed the time by reading and re reading his books.
his collection had been growing for some time now, and they were taking up to much space.
he looked around the tower, at the previously locked rooms, fearing the witch before he deared not open, them in case she ever came back and saw that he tampered with her stuff.
but not fearing the witch anymore, he kicked and rammed the doors, until the latch broke.
‘What more can the hag do to me! I lost my wife and she made me a spectator in my daughters lives’.
looking around these rooms, he found stored furniture , strange bottles of liquids and things, and books, lots of books!
beaming he removed the books, thats when he got the idea of trying to break the spell.
the next few months, he dove into learning magic from the books, starting from scratch.
until one day he heard a pounding on the door, climbing down to the bottom he open the door. there Emily stood, with tom at her side and a bundle in her arms.
“meet Izzy!” she said passing the bundle to the man. The man held the baby like it was the most precious thing in the world.
the man overwhelmed, turned and carefully led them up the stairs. he handled the bundle back to her mother, and started clearing the books from the room.
Emily and tom stood in shock; the usually tidy room was filled with paper and books.
Just spewed everywhere, Emily leaned over to tom and whispered. “We shouldn’t leave him alone for too long” tom nodded it did not look fit for a person under all that paper.
That day, all thought of trying to break the curse left his mind, once again he wasn’t alone.
Emily frequented a bit more after that sometime bring tom along, life continued as such.
the man was over joyed, shortly after his second daughter came to visit him.
announcing her, up and coming marriage and her husband to the man.
The man was content, both his daughters visited every few weeks, even leaving the grandchildren in his care.
Every year the number of grand children grew, and the busier he got, he started enjoying his time in the tower, playing with his grandchildren.
One day the man was looking out the window, and saw an old women approach.
Curious he left the tower and waited for her at the bottom, the old women slowly approached, lifting her head up showing her face “is that- you?”
The man’s wife returned, wrinkles had claimed her face and her arms, hands wrinkled like a prune.
she held a cane in one hand, to support her limp.
The old woman looked at the man and burst into tears, the man walked over hugging her to him while she weapped.
“I’m sorry “she murmured “I just couldn’t ‘HIC’, I couldn’t stand it anymore, I so sorry”
the man made quite Sshuing noises, “it’s alright ,it’s alright I’ve long forgiven you, I cannot blame you for what you did”
they sat there, cry in each other arms. when nether any more tears left, the old women leaned back and looked up at the man’s face, “I’m dying” she whispered, “I can feel it close, it’s my time”.
“I love you” the man whispered, the woman smiled the creases deepening in her face,
“I loved you too” and with that, her eyes slid shut, her breath slowed, the warmth leaving her body.
The man sat there, clutching her to him rocking back and forth.
Sobbing dry tears,
“merry” he whispered……
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i was crying while typing this
sorry guys for being a wuss