I was flipping through an old notebook of mine yesterday and came across this bit of story, which I thought I would share for Throwback Thursday. This was written on the 27th of March 2011.
Once upon a time, there was a wizard who fell in love with the beautiful daughter of a rich family who lived nearby. With much reluctance but eager at the prospect of power and because the girl loved the wizard in return, her family agreed to the marriage. The wizard and his lovely young bride traveled to his mansion far away from the city where her parents lived, on a lonely moor which lay beyond a dense forest. But once there the girl realized what she had done and began to pine for the home she had abandoned. The wizard, who loved her deeply, saw her despair and attempted to cheer her up with little acts of his magic art, but they only served to intensify his bride’s pain. Soon she grew ill and soon after could not leave her room, save only if the wizard carried her down. It became his one joy; for his heart, heavy and dark as it was with the depths of his knowledge, still longed for the light he had once seen and treasured in his lady’s eyes.
One day the lady languished in her sickness more than ever before and the wizard knew, even without his arts, that she would soon die. But he had one small comfort: a child was born to him in the last months of his wife’s illness. He was a sick, small child, a boy, with eyes as dark as the wizard’s himself. And the lady grew sicker and sicker and weaker and weaker, until one day she drew her last breath and died in the wizard’s arms.
His heart was broken then. He charged his wife’s nurse with care of his son and threw everyone, including her, from his house. And he fashioned a coffin of ebony and laid his wife in it. He placed a single rose in her hand–a rose whose petals were formed from his own heart–and nailed it shut. Then he bore her alone to the moor, and there he buried her. And he caused a great tree to grow from the rocky ground above her grave, so that the coffin snagged in its roots and no one would ever discover her body.
And he retreated to his castle on the moor, far from any human company, and his heart turned evil with his anger and despair. And his castle became a towering figure of darkness, and everyone in the surrounding land feared his name.
Except for one person.
The boy he had left in the care of his wife’s nurse.
Thanks for reading!
~H
EluminoraCreations 
Great post 😁
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