Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Nostalgia Sucks...

Sorry to any of my readers for yesterdays post. I do apoligize if I over-emoted. Btw, is it just me, or did everyone's entries yesterday suddenly disappear late last night, then return this morning?? Anywho.. I have been really reminencing latley. I truly miss the care free days of my past. This morning, whilst daydreaming inbetween taking a shower, my mind came across an old story I heard in 2nd grade. I believe it was a story in Aesop's Fables. Anywho, to my memory, I re-wrote the story. It was a sad story that nearly made me break down to tears in my youth. (Please don't quote me on titles or any of this, just let me enjoy my memory.) The Nightengale and The Rose One day in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a princess. This princess lived in a castle upon the mountian top, and the valley below was filled with white roses. This princess had a best friend, a little nightengale, and every time the sickly princess grew ill. the bird would come to her and sing its beautiful song. Afterwards, the princess would feel better. One day, the princess grew very ill from a terrible bout of sickness.As usual, the nightengale flew up to the castle so that it could sing to the princess. Upon entering the royal grounds, the bird overheard two priests speaking of the princess. Curiously, he stopped to listen to their conversation. The priests spoke to eack other. "Yes, her royal heirness is terribly sick. Her mysterious illness can only be healed if she recieves a red rose. Only then will she be healed". Upon hearing this, the nightengale flew down to the field of roses. Searching for a red rose, the bird swept back and forth searching, but could not find a rose for his friend. Some days later, the bird gave up and began to weep. A white rose looked to the bird and asked, "Why are you crying?" The bird replied, "I am sad because my friend is sick, and the priests said the only way for her to get better is for her to recieve a red rose... but alas! There are none to be found in the kingdom. There are only white roses!" The white rose then had a thought. "Are you not a creature with red blood in your body?" The nightengale replied, "Why yes I am, as are all creatured of my kind." The rose chuckled, "Bird, if you help me, then I will help you. I have always wanted to be beautiful, as a red rose, but I am like all the white roses here. If you give me some of your beautiful red blood, then I can be beautiful, and you can give me to the princess so that she will be better!" The bird exclaimed, "I shall help you since you'll help me!" The rose then wraped itself aroung the small bird and punctured one of it's thorns into the nightengales chest. The bird shouted in pain as the rose pushed it's thorn deeper. "Stop, stop!" the bird cried. The rose soon began to turn pink, then grew darker in color as it neared it's goal. "Just a little bit longer" said the rose. It soon grew to be a beautiful red color, no longer white... but by the time it reached the beauty it sought, the innocent nightengale died. The rose unwrapped itself from the bird, but in it's joy, did not know of the nightengales death. "I am beautiful! I am beautiful! Oh thank the heavens I am a beautiful red rose!!" shouted the rose. Ignoring the dead bird, the rose danced in the wind, happily. Soon, a villager who knew of the princesses illness saw the res rose. Quickly seizing the rose, he ran to the castle on the mountian top. Within its walls, the princess wept in her chamber exclaiming, "Where is my nightengale?!" When the villager was permitted to see the princess, he offered her the rose. Quickly in her sad anger, the princess dashed the rose to the floor and stepped on it in her blind rage. The rose layed there, ruined. Some weeks later, the princess died of a broken heart, not knowing of her little birds sacrifice, not knowing the red rose she destroyed was a gift from her nightengale, made with the blood of the little bird she loved. Sad story..... Anywho, that's all for today. Take care everyone. Much love.

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