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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: House of Ghosts

Submitted: October 21, 2018

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Submitted: October 21, 2018



“Mama, Mama! Tell the story again!” Inside a cozy cottage, not so far from civilization, but not so close either, sat a woman named Aurora and her daughter, Clarice. While a soft flurry of snow fell gently upon the ground, Clarice was wrapped up in a massive quilt, perched upon a cot laid close to the fire. Her mother sat next to her in an ancient rocking chair, peering into the swirling embers. “Tell me about the time you found the fairy land!” The young child pleaded with vivid blue eyes. Aurora’s dark eyes turned to face Clarice with weary acquiescence.

“Alright, alright. Lay down now, you should already be asleep.” Clarice snuggled tighter into her blankets, a chill of excitement flashing through her. Aurora began reluctantly, but with an airy sort of voice, “Far beyond the snow-covered glades of our forest lies a little cove. At first, it seems like any other in a snow-filled glade, but when you look closer, and if you truly believe, you will find it. Take the small stone pathway downwards, and you’ll soon arrive. You’ll enter a  land of beauty and warmth year-round, a place for festivity and joy. I first traveled this path when I was already a woman, at the age of eighteen. I was lost for words or actions, I spun around in circles of equal confusion and admiration. It was a beautiful world, Clari, a world where fae, centaurs, elves and nymphs lived in peace. I met many wonderful beings. I talked with them for what felt like years. That’s when I saw her, waiting shyly at the edge of the stream. I walked over, uncertain at first but undeniably compelled. ‘Hello,’ I whispered calmly into the depths of liquid heaven. ‘My name is Aurora, who are you?’

‘I’m River,’ She murmured sweetly. ‘It’s nice to meet you, Aurora.’ I was captivated, and we sat there for hours, singing songs and talking about the most beautiful things. She looked at me…” Here Aurora paused, a melancholy smile crossing her face. She pushed a piece of her short, curly brown hair behind her head before continuing. “She looked at me, a plain farmer girl, and saw the beauty no one else did. So I came back, day after day, week after week, month after month. One day, River even rose out of the brook, she stood beside me and walked along its edge as we talked. But River would never come with me, no matter how much I pleaded and begged. Until one day, I understood why. It wasn’t because she didn’t like our world, no, she was extremely fascinated by it. It’s because she could never leave the stream fully. It was her home, and her being. One day, when I was nineteen, my father decided that I would never find a husband if I kept spending all my time with River. He closed off the entrance to the world of fae and wonder, and prevented me from ever going back there again.” Here Aurora paused. It seemed like she could not and would not continue.

“I know, Mama. But you forgot the last part!”

“Yes, I did, sweetie. Because one day I was walking through the forest, and I found this spot, next to a beautiful stream. And so I made a house here, and I had you, and all is well.”

“Aurora….” A woman entered the house, chastizing Aurora before she even crossed the threshold. “You know how Clarice hates it when you leave out the best part. How you fixed everything!”

“Shhh…” Aurora whispered with a smile, putting a finger up to her lips. She embraced the woman, and kissed her on the cheek.

“Mommy!” Clarice cried, jumping up from bed and sprinting to the two women. She hugged them with a grin. Both Aurora and River looked at eachother and smiled, for all really is well, in a small, snow-laden cottage in the middle of the woods, where a witch and the River raise their daughter.


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