Saturday, August 26, 2017

Week 2 story: The precious daughter

Once upon a time, there was a family of three who lived in a small village at the edge of the sea. The family of three was made of a hardworking father, a protective mother, and a beautiful but naive daughter. The Father and the mother had tried for many years to have a child until their daughter was born. They had prayed, sacrificed, and done all the noble things the pair could have done until they were blessed with a daughter of their very own. She grew up quite like the other kids in the village, with slight variations. She was taught lessons, but instead of going to the village school, she was kept home and taught for fear that she would get hurt on her way to or from the school. She played with children, but was always dressed in thicker clothing, so as not to be injured. She went for walks on the beach, but was kept under constant watch. Her parents treated her like more of a priceless vase, than a living, breathing, growing child. The daughter did not seem to mind. She saw how much her parents loved her, and if this made them happy, she was all too keen to please. On the daughter’s 16th birthday celebration, the whole town came to rejoice with the family. Everyone took note at what a beautiful young woman the daughter had become. This made the father and the mother very afraid that someone would come to take their precious girl. After the party, they instructed the girl to cut off her beautiful hair and only go outdoors at dawn and dusk, when the rest of the village was in their houses. The daughter happily did as she was told. One day, while walking on the shore line at dusk, she spotted someone, a man dressed all in furs. He made his way over to her, and as he did, she noticed that he was carrying multiple weapons. At first, this made the daughter nervous. Her whole life had been aimed to keep her away from such items. But, then she saw the man’s face. His face was kind, and handsome, like the face of an old friend. The man asked her about the animals around the village, but she had nothing to tell him as she was generally kept inside. The next day at dusk, she ran into the same man again, only this time he had a telescope with him. The man asked about the clarity of the stars at night, but again she had nothing to tell. That very morning at dawn the girl ran into the man again. The man asked her about the local markets in town, and for the third time, the daughter could not give him any information. A few days later the daughter came back from one of her shore line walks at dusk to find the man she’d met in the days before at her home. The man had asked her parents for her hand in marriage so that he could show her the world she had so far missed out on. The parents were afraid of losing the thing they loved and wanted most in the world that they declined the man’s offer. The daughter was devastated. She craved this man and the world he had to offer. The next night on her shore line walk at dusk, she spotted something in the distance. The man was rowing in a small boat. The man offered to take her away, and show her the world. The daughter chose him in an instant.
Years later, and elderly couple showed up on the married couple’s doorstep. They were surrounded by children and pets. The daughter recognized them at once as her parents. They had realized the error of their ways, and saw the daughter and the world she lived in for what it was, a beautiful, wild thing

**Author's note- I modified this from the story The Lion in Love. It was about a lion who was in love with a girl, but her parents would not let the lion marry her because he had claws and fangs. The lion had them removed, the parents still said no, and the lion was devastated. I wanted to give the daughter a chance to choose for herself without humiliating the other party involved. I also wanted to change the lion to a man, as well as make the parents less cruel hearted. 

Bibliography: The Lion in Love, from The Fables of Aesop by Joseph Jacobs (1894). Source
Lion, Statue, Zoo
Lion Statue

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