The Place of Her Sojourn

The Place of Her Sojourn  

                                                             by Sami Khalil

The storm glazed the ground with white snow. It was the dead of Winter. Along the coated pathways, there stood old bridges- a silent reminder of solidity, webbing journeys to shade-less castles of ancient finery. Some were haunted, snaking their way to fame, transmuting stories of flesh and fear.

Our princess was trapped in a crystal ball, looking wan, exiled by a rival prince to her sober glitter for refusal to wed him. She always desired to marry a commoner, with lightly singed skin. This narcissistic prince, called upon his magicians to come up with blazing ideas, so he can weigh his options. A said magician, mystic and, with many gifts under his belt, orisons being done aloud, gave the prince a crystal ball to send her. It was contained in a jewelry box filled with wonder, a hidden secret. If the princess was to touch it, it would make her small and a prisoner of it.

The concocted plan went smoothly and was successful. As she sojourned in her new home, the crystal ball was whisked away by spies to him. Upon arrival, he asked his guards to execute the magician and the spies so the secret won’t come out. Little he knew, that his magician, held the secret to freeing her from that confinement.

He became so angry sending his anger bouncing off walls with taut words. Years passed and no one knew what happened to her until this harsh Winter. The prince was bored with no games to play in the cold season, so he asked for a Cello player to entertain him and his party. As the “Cello Player” drew the bow, lacerating the strings with his forged might, the crystal ball exploded along with all the chandeliers, windows of the palace, smashing them in all directions. Everyone ran for cover in their glassy indifference, hurtling to safety along with the prince.

The princess was freed from the curse, regaining her full form with tangible freedom. Looking at the Cello Player with sweet refrains, she fell in love instantly as to have known him from long ago. She was detached beside herself, comfortably numb in love. They both fled away in their giddy sensation filled with spinning hopes. They crossed “The Bridge of Dreams” with frozen surprises ahead. Both had the spell of love, solicitous to marriage, a royal one. They jumped into the icy crystal lake. The magician had casted another spell!

 

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

The cello player was the hero! What a lovely romantic tale....reminds me of Snow White in some ways. Can't trust those magicians, can you? :) That crystal ball packed a lot of punch! Your stories are always fun to read, Sami. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! So true and well said. So glad you enjoyed this romantic tale. Some people want to force, buy or take revenge over love but to no avail. Love is freest and most effective when granted. Take care Lydia...

[iceintheattic]

I giggle a little bit here and there for this little love story is making me feel relaxed and anxious and determined to really find out what is this magic spell all about
but in the end I settle with this
" Looking at the Cello Player with sweet refrains, she fell in love instantly" lol! I love this line

[Sami Khalil]

Hi there dear poet. I like that you like this love story with the spell of love and the magic of music combined. Thank you so much for visiting and sharing.

[iceintheattic]

You are sooooooooo very welcome Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

:)...............

[Sami Khalil]

"He became so angry sending his anger bouncing off walls with taut words. Years passed and no one knew what happened to her until this harsh Winter."