The Quest Of Love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a fairy tale.

Submitted: August 29, 2015

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Submitted: August 29, 2015

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~~The Quest Of Love: A Fairy Story
By Faisal Fransu

This is a fairy story that happened long, long time ago in a forgotten land called Ppossibilia. I call it a fairy story instead of fairy tale, because the word ‘tale’ leads the reader to think that the story is fictional. No, fairies are real. They still exist, although they don’t perform the same kind of magic that they did centuries ago. But let’s get to the story.
There was once a prince who lived in a big and marvelous castle in the city of Castleton. His name was Sunthol. Sunthol was the only child of King Bobthol the nineteenth.
Now Prince Sunthol and his family were all humans. I say this because humans were not the only inhabitants of that country. In those days, fairies, dragons, elves, gnomes, goblins, witches, wizards, among other magical folk were still popular.
Prince Sunthol was engaged to the prettiest girl in the whole kingdom. Chrystal-Clear was her name. Everything about her was clear, from her voice to her physical appearance to her honesty. She did not do anything to her body in order to make herself more beautiful. She was born pretty. That’s why she was called Chrystal Clear. To this beauty was Prince Sunthol engaged. They were going to be married on the first day of spring, the season of love and romance.
A day before the wedding, a strange creature arrived at the castle. No one was astonished to hear it speak, because other creatures beside humans could talk as well.
“Welcome to our castle,” the prince greeted the creature.
“I am the one and only Phoenix at your service,” the creature replied with a bow.
“O I’ve heard of you!” exclaimed Sunthol delightedly. “But I never knew you were that big.” The Phoenix certainly looked like a giant bird.
“Well, I’m not exactly in the right condition,” replied the bird. “You see, I was flying in a forest one day when I discovered a tree that looked as if it contained a delicious fruit. So I decided to taste it. Well, it was sweet, just as I had predicted. But it was enchanted! Whoever ate that fruit would grow ten times bigger than his usual size. That’s why I look a lot bigger than what you’ve seen in pictures.”
“Do you like it this way?” came from the prince, who was fascinated by the Phoenix’s story.
“I hate it!” exclaimed the bird angrily. “I’ve been looking for a magician who could break the enchantment and restore me to my normal size. I will rest at your castle for a couple of days, if you don’t mind, and then I shall resume my journey.”
Of course the bird was invited to join the wedding celebration of Prince Sunthol and Chrystal-Clear. Alas, the wedding did not take place! The bride was gone!
On the morning of the wedding day, her maids knocked on the door of her chamber to wake her up to dress her up for the celebration; but there was no response. When the bride’s brothers had forced the door open, there was no sign of the girl. The whole city was thrown into confusion.
“I shall go on a quest to find my bride!” Sunthol announced to his parents as they were thinking about the bride’s mysterious disappearance.
“I shall accompany you,” declared the Phoenix.
“But you have your own mission to fulfill,” objected the prince.
“Never mind my mission right now,” came from the bird. “Please let me come with you. You can ride on my back. Perhaps my enchantment will be the means to recover your bride. And believe me, if you do recover your bride, I will not complain about the enchantment that I’m under.”
Prince Sunthol and his family were touched by this brave offer. So they consented to let their son go on a quest to find his lost bride.
As they were preparing to depart, the king gave his son a little box, saying, “This contains several magical items. Nevertheless, do not use them unless necessary.”
So Sunthol got onto the Phoenix’s back and asked, “So where should we look for her?”
“Leave it to me,” chuckled the giant bird. “It is said that the phoenix is a wise bird. And that is perfectly true in my case.”
Then they were off. At first, Sunthol was afraid that he would fall off. But the bird flew so steady that the prince would’ve enjoyed the ride if it hadn’t been for his missing bride.
After a half an hour of flying, they descended in a lovely valley. There were no buildings in that place except a little cabin. This was where Waldor, the Phoenix’s friend, lived with his owl.
So the Phoenix introduced Sunthol and Waldor to each other and quickly recounted the mission to find the lost bride.
As Sunthol learned afterward, Waldor’s owl could talk. Not only that, but it could also say where missing things were. This was the reason for the Phoenix bringing Sunthol to this place.
Waldor took the owl from its cage and brought it to Sunthol, who asked it in a kind voice, “Could you please tell me where my missing bride is? Her name is Chrystal-Clear.”
“She is in Balaam’s castle,” was the reply in a clear voice.
“Who’s Balaam?” was Sunthol’s question.
“A terrible wizard that you do not want to meet,” replied Waldor.
“But what’s my bride doing in his castle?” Sunthol was bewildered.
“It’s not about what she’s doing in his castle; rather, what’s he doing with her is the most important question,” was Waldor’s remark.
So the three of them decided to go to Balaam’s castle to rescue Chrystal-Clear. According to Waldor’s plan, they would not do anything aggressive to the wizard, so that he will not be suspicious about their mission.
When they had reached Balaam’s castle, they knocked on the gate, which was opened by Balaam himself. So Waldor stepped forward and said, “Greeting, O Balaam, the mighty wizard! We have come seeking your help.”
“Welcome to my humble home,” replied the wizard. “I will be more than happy to serv you in any way I can.” So they followed him into the castle.
Waldor remarked to his friends in a whisper, “Do you see what I mean? If we had attacked him instead, we wouldn’t have achieved anything. The whole game would’ve been lost.”
While Waldor was introducing his friends to the wizard, a little girl came into the room. She was no older than seven years. The wizard introduced her to the visitors, saying, “This is my daughter.”
Waldor had brought the owl with them. So when the wizard was gone to prepare the supper, he took it out of its cage and asked in a whisper, “Where is Sunthol’s bride?”
“In this room,” was the astonishing reply. So he looked around the room, but there was only the wizard’s daughter.
“Perhaps she’s hidden in that cabinet over there,” remarked Sunthol in a whisper, pointing to a huge cabinet that occupied a part of the room.
So he got up, and going to the cabinet, he knocked softly. But there was no response.
When the supper had been concluded, the wizard asked, “Now, tell me how I can help you.”
The prince recounted the disappearance of his bride. Then he added in a pleading tone, “So could you please help us find her?”
“I’m afraid that my magic cannot locate missing brides,” the wizard replied with a smirk.
The visitors were given grand chambers to sleep in for the night. But before going to bed, the three of them met in Sunthol’s room to discuss the situation.
“I believe Balaam has a hand in the disappearance of the bride,” began the Phoenix.
“I agree,” added Waldor.
“But why was your owl saying that Chrystal-Clear was in the room when she wasn’t?” was Sunthol’s question.
Waldor shook his head. But the Phoenix looked at Sunthol and asked, “Why don’t you open the box that your father gave you as we were leaving your castle? It might have a magical item that could help us.”
Sunthol felt discouraged. Nevertheless, he opened the box and displayed its contents. There were bottles containing various kinds of magical pills. However, none of these seemed of much help.
“Don’t lose hope,” said Waldor consolingly. “I think I can help you.”
“I didn’t lose hope; rather, hope lost me,” commented the prince in a despairing tone. “But how can you help me, sir?”
“Good question,” answered Waldor. “I have a theory, and everything depends on whether or not my theory is correct. As you remember, the owl told us that the lost princess was in the room where we were, even though the only female in that room was the wizard’s daughter. Well, my owl never makes a mistake. He recognizes who people are even if they’re under an enchantment.”
“Are you saying that my bride is under an enchantment to look like a little girl?” Sunthol gasped in astonishment.
“Correct,” smiled Waldor. “We shall examine the so called wizard’s daughter tomorrow.”
Before they went to breakfast the next morning, the prince and his comrades had another private discussion in which they made all their plans.
Waldor and the Phoenix were to engage the wizard in a conversation so he would not pay any attention to the prince. Now Waldor had brought a flask of a disenchantment drink, which he gave to the prince. And when Waldor and the Phoenix were conversing with a wizard, the prince would give it to the girl to drink. If she was in deed under an enchantment, it would be broken. But if she wasn’t, nothing dangerous would happen to her.
“I hope you slept well,” remarked the wizard when the three of them had made their appearance in the dining room.
“It would’ve been enjoyable if we weren’t so anxious about the lost bride,” replied Waldor.
“A sad case in deed,” was the wizard’s sympathetic response. “I wish I could help you, but I do not have the magic that you require.”
When breakfast was over, Waldor and the Phoenix engaged the wizard in a conversation about politics. He brought up many arguments to support his views, which meant that he was so engrossed in the topic that he did not notice that the prince was sitting with the little girl.
Sunthol asked the little girl many questions about herself. But she knew very little. She did not even know her own name. She said that the wizard brought her to life the day before.
Next, he told her about his lost bride. He added, “We have a suspicion that you are her. But when the wizard kidnapped you from your home, he transformed you into a little girl. He probably also enchanted your memory so you would forget me.”
“But how can you prove that?” came from the astonished child.
Sunthol took out the flask that Waldor had given him, and handed it to her saying, “Drink this, and if you are indeed under an enchantment, it will be broken. But if you’re not, no harm will befall you.”
She took it in a trembling hand and slowly raised it to her lips.
“Don’t!” screamed the wizard, springing up from his couch to take it from her. But it was too late. The flask was empty.
Suddenly, the girl began to grow taller. Her face started to change. At last, the lost bride stood before them!
Sunthol put his arms around her and gave her an everlasting embrace. I say an everlasting embrace because at that very moment, the wizard took out his wand and killed everybody except the Phoenix with one curse. So Sunthol and his princess fell to the floor still locked in each other’s embrace. And their corpses remain thus to this day.

 


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