Fairytale About Black Witch Huntsman And A Girl With Emerald Eyes

By Amalia Angellinni

Fairytale About Black Witch Huntsman And A Girl With Emerald Eyes. Already Albert Einstein said: "If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amalia Angellinni
• Release date: Mar 12, 2013

Amalia Angellinni

Shortly: I am a passionate writer (among all The Lovefool Saga) and open-minded human being Usual saying: Being occupied is not a problem, it's not even a challenge. It's daily routine. * * * I was born in Italy and from the very beginning, I was fascinated by other worlds. From my childhood, I was spending my time in the world of books, which is multicultural and fascinating. My favourite writers are French Jean de La Fontaine, Jules Verne, American Mark Twain, Frances Hodgson Burnett, Jack London, Canadian Lucy Maud Montgomery, English Jonathan Swift, Charles Dickens, Lewis Carroll, John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, German brothers Jakob and Wilhelm Grimm and Karol May, Finnish Tove Jansson and, of cours, Italian Carlo Collodi. My grandpa read me books of Henryk Sienkiewicz and "King Macius I" by Janusz Korczak. Polish roots are in my family since my grandpa, who was born in Warsaw, and because of war, he landed under Monte Cassino. [The Battle of Monte Cassino, 1944 (also known as the Battle for Rome and the Battle for Cassino) was a costly series of four battles during World War II, fought by the Allies with the intention of breaking through the Winter Line and seizing Rome. – after Wikipedia]. In addition, he stayed in Italy because of my grandma with a typical Italian surname Francesca. My grandpa said always, you have to be a good soul and you have to meet people and the world. First then, you will be a happy person. Among all, my grandpa told me about Poland and Warsaw Uprising, when his family died, and he took me to the grave of General Władysław Anders. Grandpa gave me the fascination about Poland and we wanted to visit Poland together. Unfortunately, I had to go to Poland alone. I found places, which my grandpa was telling me, as I was a child. I like Poland. That is the reason why some occurrences of my book happen in Warsaw. It is my honour for my grandpa. Fascinated with literature and encourage through my family and friends, I decided to share my – until now rather small – work. I asked the team at Scholar Online Europe, because my first book, "Lovefool", has international features and it plays partially in Poland. It is a love story between a Polish girl Emilia and Julian. If you liked the saga Twilight by Stephanie Meyer, you will surely like my characters. However, I do not describe vampires or wizards, although there are some magic features in the main story. I see the world a...

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PREFACE

Recently, I’ve been writing a fairy tale that I’ve told to the two children I have been babysitting They liked it a lot. We’ll see how the others like it. The story started as we finished reading the Grimm brothers’ stories and there was no other book left that I could read to the two 7 and one 8-years-old boys. Without any computer or mobile device, and therefore without internet connection to the world-wide sources of tales, I started telling my own story. We were busy for almost four weeks in a row, but not on a daily basis. The good thing about telling your own story is that you can involve the children into the story and you can speak about themes that really catch their attention. In fairy tales there is always something bad happening to your characters, but there is as well a good, happy ending.

As we developed the story, based on our ideas and wishes, we had two very important conversations. The first one was about THE kiss. I was even ready to maroon the kissing scene, but the little one insisted on having it. I wondered why and he answered with the wisdom of a seven years old:

-If there is no kiss, there is no love. They have to kiss, because they love each other. How can't you know it?

Seriously, I often admired the the little one's spirit of fight. A similar thought flew through my mind as the story was already finished. The little one asked for an alternative ending. He was horribly disappointed and totally surprised that there was no dragon and that we agreed on The End - line. Let me introduce the approximate exchange of opinions that we had then:

-A dragon? - I wondered, because we had never spoken about a dragon. - What dragon?

-Yes, every proper (the little one really used the word proper) fairy tale has a dragon in it. It means that you're not the youngest child anymore, when you listen to the stories with dragons.

-But the story is finished. - I said. - We can rethink how to incorporate the dragon into the story, but it won't be easy now. Why do you wish to have a dragon anyway?

-Dragons can fly. The wolves are just fast and brave. - the little one answered. (Of course dragons can fly! How could I just forget! - I thought.)

-Is it OK, when we think about another story, where we will have at least one dragon?

-No, we need a dragon here.

Therefore, we incorporated griffins, because we needed some kind of dragon for a proper fairy tale. It was a win-win-situation for both of us. A real, huge dragon will probably appear next time.

THE STORY:

Once upon a time, there was a magnificent palace with many blue-and-white ornaments and complex arrangements of curving forms. It's inner walls and the roof were made of wood, and the outer walls of colourful marble. The palace was connected vie a beautiful marble bridge with complex, asymmetric shape to the hill behind. A very high garden wall in light pastel colours protected the palace from the outer world. In the palace, a king and a queen lived. They loved each other very much, but they had no children. They wished to have a daughter or a son, but the years passed by and there was no offspring in the great castle with majestic window frames and crystal glass. In the chambers of the castle, the queen, a beautiful, elegant woman with hair golden like wheat, eyes blue like the sky on shiny summer days and skinny fingers hid herself, crying, while she folded a tiny straw doll. She put emeralds as eyes, drew the lines for eye brows with coal and the lips with ember.

One day, an older lady knocked at the gates to the castle and wished to see the queen. The queen was a nice and good person, so she approved of any visitor. The queen knew that listening to the people was very important to them and she helped as much as she could. Nobody left the castle on an empty stomach. Everybody left the castle with at least one worry less than before. The folk loved and admired the rulers of the domains. Therefore, a wish of an older lady wasn't very spectacular.

The queen was sitting in a slender, but carefully carved throne with many little emeralds graved into a wooden masterwork, when the older lady stepped in front of the throne. The lady looked around with curiosity in her eyes, and sinister shadows hidden in her thoughts. She noticed that two emeralds were missing and she smiled crookedly, but still polite. She wore rather bourgeois clothes, but no jewellery. Instead, she leant on her wooden, slim walking stick. Her eyes were dark and her hair was white.

-Dear Queen – the lady started slowly, but confidently. - I can solve your problem. I can give you the child you dream of.

The queen was confused, but the thought of having her own baby sounded so good that a huge smile appeared on her face. She simply couldn't believe that her dream could come true. The older lady nodded.

-We will give you anything you wish, if it's true. - The queen said and the older lady smiled brightly. - What should I do?

-I need the two most precious emeralds you possess. - The old lady said.

The queen tinkered in the wooden throne and extracted the two most wonderful pieces of emeralds she had and gave them to the old lady. The lady smiled brightly as she held the precious pieces in her hands.

-Then it may be so. - The older lady whispered a spell. As she spoke quietly, a dark wind blew from the outside into the castle and winnowed the hair of the queen. The room became darker and darker. The black wind spun around a beam of light coming from the window on the other side of the room. You had the impression that the wind formed into a huge hand catching part of the light. Then, it blew around the queen's back and landed directly in front of the older lady. The older lady whispered