The Story of the Witchy Godmother. Once upon a time a little girl was born. Oh yes, there were many little girls born and all very special in one way or another, but this little girl stood out from the rest. She had rosy cheeks and silver hair. This was thought quite odd by her parents as there was no one they had ever heard of that had silver hair. There was none at all in their family. They named her Alicia after a grandmother for both were very sweet in nature. Alicia was a happy girl with twinkley grey-blue eyes. As she grew up she used her gift all the time. Telling the most amazing stories of magical things. Her friends and all the other little ones at the school would gather around at recess time to hear her fairy tales. She would make them laugh and clap making magical tales of their favourite things or toys. Anything at all turned into a tale of wonder. She included everyone into her group and no one was left out. If there was someone feeling sad or lonely, Alicia would put her small chubby little-girl arm around them and draw them into the circle to make them smile with a special tale. Anyone who was having a birthday would hear a wondrous tale of their special day. Well, time did pass and as happens with all little children, Alicia grew up. Teachers took their jobs very seriously and had no time for her to tell such tales. Stories had to be how the rules were set. Alicia being a very clever girl caught on to the rules and told herself with a smile, that she would not stop telling her tales. Oh no, not her. She would play by the rules but would still tell her fairy tales too. One day, however, was to be a very sad day. It was rainy and gloomy as if the storm clouds knew that this day was not to be sunny. It was a nasty dried up old woman that came to the school. She was there from the ministry to find out if they were teaching all that they should. Now, children could not know that this lady was mean because all her life she knew nothing else but. The only way that she felt good was when rules were always followed as she felt they should. She inspected each child in turn until she came to Alicia. The sunny little girl drew a great frown from the lady. “What is with this child.” She exclaimed. “Why any child that seems to tell tales.” She frowned at Alicia's file. “Why, she will never know what is truth or what is not.” She quickly looked about and found all of Alicia's stories. Every single one at the school and then called her parents. Her parents came in with all Alicia's stories, wondering what on earth could be the matter. Alicia sat on a chair outside the principal’s office, looking down at her shoes. They were her favourite that usually sparkled in sunshiny light. Today though, oh today they did not shine and Alicia knew something was up. She heard her parents talking with the dusty lady but didn’t know what they were saying. A very long time later the door opened up. The kindly principal waved his hand for her to come. She walked in slowing, looking at her parents. They seemed worried and sad. The lady was smiling, but her smile was not like Alicia's. It was hard and full of nasty glee. “Alicia,” she said in a tight voice. “I have only your well-being in mind you understand.” Alicia nodded though she knew it was a fib. “You are nearly old enough to go to the big school down the street. We have a problem though.” She paused for breath. She held up Alicia's stories and shook them in her hand. “These tales you tell, will not help you in life. You won’t find a job or fit in within life.” She took them in both hands and in a sudden motion tore them all in two. Alicia for the first time in her life cried out. Her mother went to reach for her but the Ministry Lady held her back with a wave of her hand. Big huge tears slipped down Alicia's cheeks. She felt like the Lady had tore her gift away. “You must never tell these tales again, never make them up, or share them. You will live by the rules and do what you are told.” The Lady smiled coldly and said her last words. “For if you do, your parents have been told to take you to a special doctor so that he can help you with this terrible thing.” Alicia gasped in horror. She never thought her stories were a terrible thing, she thought them as a gift that were important in this place. The Ministry Lady threw all the stories away and then gathered her things and went away. When her parents took her home, Alicia was changed, the rainy day hid her tears completely away. She was quiet now and yet behaved. Her parents had nothing to say. She pushed her gift deep inside her and never let it come out, she knew it was bad and she would obey. Alicia grew but wasn’t the same. She went through the school keeping quiet and average. She had her mother change her silver hair to blonde so it would fit in with everyone else around. She spoke very quiet and yet was still kind but something inside curled up that day. She wasn’t the same. Years past and she became a grown-up. Quiet and somber, plain clothes did she wear, there was no sparkle. She moved to a city, and worked in a school. No one would have suspected she was the child with silver hair. She frowned most of the time. She did not even remember that once she was merry and had a special gift. She coloured her hair still can called the silver grey. Children at the school she worked, thought she was sour and dry. A lot like that Ministry Lady of the Horrible Day. Now funny thing about magic, it never disappears and somehow, someway is found once again. One day Alicia was working late at her desk, a special blue moon was shining in the window. She did not notice that it was special, just kept typing the reports that were due. Suddenly the moonlight seemed brighter behind her and she paused and looked. Took her glasses from her eyes, shimmering into form before her was an incredible sight. The woman was dressed in shimmering blue, sparkling shoes and the most amazing little transparent wings. In her hand she held a wand with a star that seemed real. On her lovely silver head was a crown woven with stars. “Who are you?” Alicia croaked out with a gasp. “Why.” The Lady laughed “I am the Queen of the Fairy Godmothers of course. Don’t you remember me, sweet girl?” Alicia was about to say no, of course not when something way deep down inside her stirred. The Queen waved her wand and a chair appeared. She made herself comfortable and pushed her glasses up her nose. “I know what had happened dear girl, long ago. I couldn’t do anything until you were old enough to know.” The Queen smoothed her dress. “You are old enough and it is time that you knew. You were born with silver hair like a very special few. You have a gift inside you. Remember Alicia, remember when you were young. You told fairy tales back then the most lovely of all.” Alicia shook her head. “That wasn’t a gift, I was told it was terrible to tell such tales. And my hair is not silver it went grey when I was young.” The Queen shook her head. “No my girl, that Lady back then was wrong. She didn’t understand the little girl she met. Let me show you your magic and then tell you what it is for.” The Queen stood up and move a little closer. She waved her wand over Alicia's head. With a shower of sparkles, she suddenly changed. Her hair was silver and long down her back. Her dress was like moonlight. Her petticoat peeped out from beneath, it was purple with spider webs, silky and fine. Her shoes were purple and sparkled like stars, her stockings were purple and black stripes that looked so fine. Upon her head was a very amazing red hat, it had a purple feather that stood just like that. Instead of a wand like the Queen, Alicia had a broom in her hand. The Queen then stood very close, and placed her hand upon Alicia's heart. Her breath caught. Her gift stirred and woke within her heart. Her heart bloomed once more and fill her with laughter. Alicia's eyes began to sparkle like they did when she was young. Her stories were there inside her once more. “You are the Witchy Godmother, my girl, your talent is to share your magic with your tales. All who are searching for magic and fairies will know, by your gift as you share all you can.” Alicia then laughed for the first time in ages, as the Witchy Godmother knew what she was once more. “Esmerlda will take you to your cottage, it has been waiting for you in the forest for ages.” The Queen made her chair vanish in the air and smiled at the Witchy Godmother. “Welcome to our family Witchy. I will see you at your cottage but am sure your heart knows what it is to do.” Witchy Godmother smiled and nodded, took her broom and went out into the night. That night she flew on her broom to her home. The tiny place that held her things and yet was not a home. Packing the things she wanted wasn’t much, with a wave of her broom they appeared at her new home. Then off on Esmerlda she flew. Now my dears you know, how the Witchy Godmother came and moved into this cottage. She learned all her stories hadn’t vanished when that Ministry Lady tore them in two. They were inside her just waiting for her to grow. Now, she is here to tell you her tales. Of magic and fairies and wondrous places. So anytime you wish you have only to cross the bridge and slip in the door. Find her in the parlour waiting to share. Her sparkles are there and laughter is too. Explore all the places and share all her joy. Welcome and be cheered in this cottage of magic. by the Witchy Godmother - 01/26/2005 |
