Once upon a time and yet not so long ago, there lived a big powerful giant with a mighty ability. He always knew what other people knew, knew what they spoke of and what they thought of. As the days went on, this made him important and the giant-folk looked up to him...males wanted to be him and the fair ladies wanted his power, his gold and his fame.
The powerful giant liked the attention and continued perfecting and exercising his powers. His fame grew and spread, until it reached a little white witch that lived with her little witch-folk in the same kingdom. You have to understand that while her sorcery was forceful, she never used it for evil and so she was a white witch. She spent her ...view middle of the document...
And the fairy godmothers wept creating a downpour of rain with their huge wet tears. They knew but they were not speaking.
And so, the little white witch and the powerful giant fell in love. They couldn't live without each other and spent endless days talking, laughing and sharing stolen kisses. He taught her new words of his language and she taught him magic, like how never to mistake his horse for another and how to heal a guilty conscience with poultice of words. They continued to be happy, all the while hiding their relationship from the whole kingdom, because, you understand, the kingdom would have never approved of a relationship between a giant and the witch! It was unheard of!
But then the little witch got greedy. She wanted the powerful giant to be all hers. She wanted him to put her to sleep, day after day and wake up next her yelling 'why is it so goddamn bright?!!', the way giants were well-known to do, being the creatures of the night. She wanted to bear him children and teach them everything she knew. That's when the giant started spending more time out on his conquests, often without a single letter for the hopeful witch. He used his powers to conquer villages and dominate kings and spent endless days and nights plotting and scheming.
The little witch being the sparky, passionate kind ignited and invoked the spirits of Tartars to rain hail and create calamity. Her tongue turned harsh and the white coat turned black. Her eyes were two bright red sparks spewing fury on anyone who got on her path. She was hurting, and wanted to hurt the world back. But the more black magic she wove and disaster she invoked, the more she deteriorated and her insides became hollow. Still, do what she might, she could not make the giant love her enough, that was one power she didn't have to use. Love spells were not in the domain of white witches, not even dark ones. Those were done only by the lowest cast of mages "“the ones that were ostracized from the witch-folk community and roamed the woods alone and unwanted. Daring to even think of casting a love spell would not go unpunished.
And so, lost and in pain, she went to the woods and prayed to the Mother of Tartars to tell her what to do, how to stop the pain, for she was a white witch after all and turning evil was destroying her. The merciful Mother of Tartars said 'Child, you are my strongest daughter, let it go before it kills you. Hurt is temporary. You, my daughter, are forever'.
The little witch turned white for a second time, a sense of purpose descending on her - to go back to helping people, to be herself again, to be happy. And she did. Then, a strange thing happened - the powerful giant came back. "I tried but I can't run away from you', he said. " I know the whole kingdom will not approve and...