The Sight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
He was born with a special Sight, but there was so much that he didn't see.

Submitted: February 24, 2017

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At the very twilight of one winter’s solstice, a boy was born in a house some ways from the bustle of the city. The quiet home was quite suddenly filled with the noise of the babe’s cries, and his parents were nothing if not delighted. Theirs was a small family, but their hearth was always warm. They loved their son from the moment they laid eyes on him, and because he was born with his eyes already open, they named him Eranth, which meant “the seer”. 

Eranth never lacked for affection from his parents, and they were unfailingly patient with him. Even when it became obvious that Eranth was different, they never shunned him. But different he was. Before the boy could even talk, he saw things that no one else did: fairies and sprites and elves, like faint shadows just beyond everyone’s sight but his own. 

As the boy grew into a young man, he grew used to the whispers behind his back, the fingers signalling him out among the crowds. It was easy to ignore them, for there was always a playful spirit roaming nearby that could draw his attention. Even when a sickness took his parents, Eranth remained a cheerful lad, always entertained in his own world.

When he grew older, and hair began to decorate his face, Eranth’s interests were drawn by something else. It was a woman whose beauty was unquestionable for all who saw her, but for Eranth, who had seen magic from the moment he left the womb, her face was nothing short of a miracle. Her sweet smile and shining hair drove him to the point of madness in his yearning. He would trade anything just to be able to hold her hand, as lovers do. 

It was to his fortune –though whether that fortune was good or bad is up to you, dear reader, to decide- that his desire did not go unnoticed. It was not the woman who deciphered his wish, but a little fairy who knew all about wishes and desires. She appeared on his shoulder one Christmas noon, as Eranth strolled through a forest of snow-dusted pines. She listened to Eranth’s praise for the woman’s incomparable beauty with patience, and allowed him to lament the fact that such a woman would never be interested in an outcast such as himself. And once he had gotten this confession off his chest, the fairy offered him a deal: a trade to be precise.

“Anything!” Eranth said eagerly, for he was more than willing, and the fairy knew this all too well. She asked him for that which had always singled him out: his Sight.

Eranth was reluctant to part with the very thing that had shaped most of his life, but his resolution did not falter. His world plunged into darkness as the fairy disappeared and took his eyes with her. Suddenly blind and alone, Eranth was left to wander the forest aimlessly. He stumbled over every raised root and fallen trunk, and his clothes and face were soon powdered with snow. He shivered, rubbing his own arms and hearing nothing but the shattering of his own teeth. He had no bearings, no true sense of time passing now that he could not judge by the fading light around him. All he knew was that it seemed to grow colder every minute.

Snow fell that night, and Eranth would have likely perished from the cold if not for a lone passing traveller that went through the woods that same night. It was in fact the beautiful woman whom Eranth had so ardently admired, but without his sight he could not even recognize her for who she was. He went with her unknowingly. 

She brought him to a cabin where she gave him dry clothes and fed him hot soup. Curiosity made the woman ask, and when Eranth did not reply, to prod incessantly, how he had lost his eyes. He finally told her that he had given them up, and she immediately asked why he had done such a foolish thing, but this he would not answer. The woman finally accepted his silence and thought of helping him to his own house. She recognized Eranth, however, and knew that he was a loner. Seeing that he was too helpless to even feed himself without spilling half the contents on his shirt, she resolved to help him for a while longer.

Eranth was not a pleasant guest. He was stupid in his blindness, and too proud to welcome aid. He was often irritated and constantly bitter, and several times a day the woman heard him mutter that he’d done it all for nothing, never shoulda’ listened to that stupid fairy, good fer nothing deal.

One day she finally grew tired of his foul mood and confronted him. She told him that if he wanted so badly to be on his own, he was free to go on his way. Given this choice, Eranth realize that he did not welcome the thought of being alone, knowing that this time he would not even have sprites or fairies or elves to accompany him. He stayed.

He stayed and he slowly grew more able and less bitter. He managed to accomplish simple tasks on his own, such as feeding himself without wasting half the meal. More elaborate things, like cooking or cleaning, he could do with a bit of help, which he began to accept with grace. 

Weeks passed, then months, and he became more competent every day. The time eventually came that both he and the woman knew that he was able to live on his own. Still, he didn’t leave. He stayed and she never suggested that he did otherwise. And so they grew used to each other, and learned to miss one another in their absence. 

One late evening, when the snow outside fell in a fast flurry and a crackling fire burned in their hearth, Eranth burst out laughing. Surprised, but more amused than put off, the woman asked the reason for his sudden outburst. Eranth smiled widely and said, “I traded my eyes so I could have the most beautiful woman in the world, and only now I realize that I’ve fallen in love with her after all.” As he spoke, he gently took her hand, as lovers do.

Laughing softly, the woman asked, “And how could you know that she is the most beautiful woman?” 

He replied, “I was only blind before I lost my sight. Only now do I see- and I see that you, my love, are the most exquisite creature I’ve met.” 

At that, the woman smiled. Many more years passed, and one day she would ask him if he regretted giving up the Sight of magic. He would tell her then, after some thought, “But love is the best magic I’ve seen!”

And as these tales go, they lived together, they grew old together, and they lived happily. 

 

 

 

 


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