Friday, April 13, 2012

SD&B - Part 4: Cara's Magical Cure

Anna was exhausted, but she couldn't rest. She'd walked all day to find the witch; the witch who could save her grandaughter's life. Now, finally, she could see the witch's house. And there, standing by the gate, was a young girl. She had golden hair and the bluest eyes you ever did see. She was small and thin, and wore a simple lilac dress.

"Is this the home of the witch?" Anna asked.

"Yes," said the child. "I am her. My name is Paige."

"They say the witch is so skilled at healing, she can snatch the sick from death's own grasp. No child has the wisdom or power for such magic!" Anna snapped.

Paige took hold of Anna's hand. "Do they also tell how the witch can ride the wind to travel faster than the swiftest runner?" she asked.

Anna nodded, then felt Paige's hand clasp her own more tightly. Suddenly, the wind rose up, and she felt her feet leave the ground. She was carried along so quickly that the trees far below them were no more than a blur of green. Before she knew it her feet hit the ground once more, and - were it not for the small hand holding her own - she would have landed flat on her face by her own front gate.

Paige gave the old woman a few moments to recover from their journey, then let go of her hand. "Let us care for the sick," she said, leading the way down Anna's own front path, Anna following in a dazed silence.

When they went inside, they found Anna's grandaughter, Cara, laying in a bed in the middle of the room. Cara's breathing was ragged, and her skin was chalky white. Paige could see at once that she didn't have much time, so she took hold of Cara's hand, and began to say the words to call up the spirits to help her save the dying child.

At first nothing happened, then Cara opened her eyes and smiled up at them.

Tears of joy filled Anna's eyes as she hugged her grandaughter. Then she looked up at Paige. "How?" she asked.

"Wisdom and power do not always come with age," Paige said simply, and she walked out of the room.

Anna hesitated a moment, then let go of Cara and followed Paige outside. But she was too late. By the time she had stepped out on to the front path, the wind that had carried the young witch home was dying down, and Paige had vanished.

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8 comments:

That corgi :) said...

I think sometimes the wisest things I have heard have come from young people.

Very nicely done Tori!

betty

Gina said...

Very cool...the wisdom of innocence :D XXX

Sunshineshelle said...

So true, sometimes my babes say the wisest things, age being a stereo type - yes well done, I have heard both the wisest & most stupid things come from all ages, you nailed it - the individual - judge each by their merits & be open to magic :)

Intense Guy said...

Bravo! Encore! Wants to see more. Smiles.

Magaly Guerrero said...

I'm right there with That corgi, sometimes it takes the innocence of young eyes to defy what society has labeled "natural" and "possible." Things can't happen if one doesn't believe, and the mind of child comes without orthodoxies.

I love how you used the wind. And how wise, and patient, Paige is. How I wish I could see her ride the wind!

Toriz said...

Betty:
Thank you, and I agree about the wisdom of the young! :)

Gina:
Thanks; glad you liked it. And thanks for visiting! :)

Sunshineshell:
Exactly! And thanks; about the story, and for visiting! :)

Iggy:
I have all sorts of ideas; maybe I'll share them when I get them written? *Smiles*

Mags:
Exactly; very well put!

I thought you'd like the wind part; I'm afraid you'll have to settle for seeing her ride the wind in your head for now though.

Rita said...

Sounds like a chapter in a book. :) :)

Toriz said...

Rita:
Yeah, I suppose it could be.... Perhaps a chapter in a junior chapter book?