I was inspired by a dream to write my own modern version of my favorite childhood fairy-tale Beauty & The Beast. I am writing along with NaNoWriMo, and am starting late. Better late than never!
"Cold as the northern winds in December mornings, Cold is the cry that rings from this far distant shore.
Winter has come too late too close beside me. How can I chase away all these fears deep inside?
I'll wait the signs to come. I'll find a way I will wait the time to come. I'll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon and my path - the ocean. My guide the morning star as I sail home to you."
We are reaching the edge of the ocean, she doesn't look back, I try to take her by the hand, however, she feels attracted by the light that guides and runs off without me. The yellow dwarf star our sun attracts her with its shadowed heat, we the Nine Choirs of Angels remember her smile, it seems eons since the last time we saw her use it, it was precisely three days ago. Somewhere along these sands - Bella, my assignment, realizes that something is missing in her bag. She brought her arugula salad, her diary, pen, tissue paper for her allergies, but she forgot the romance she was reading at home. She wanders along the shore and decides to pick up seashells and interesting, little rocks; I inspired her to. I'm happy especially when she listens, sometimes she doesn't.
A woman with a cape over her shoulders and head hooded comes right behind Bella while she is kneeling drawing on the wet sand - the tree that I wanted her to draw. Inside the tree the old woman observes that Bella draws a lark, inside the lark's breast she draws a rose, and inside the rose: a tear. The old woman holds her breath because she does not want to interrupt, but she feels that she should. Who does she think she is to collect the tears of the ocean glazed like seashells and rocks in her bag, a thief, a collector or perhaps she is a dreamer? The old woman is what she calls "enchantress" but inside she is a poisoned soul. The old woman touches inside her blue velvet bag: a moist red rose hidden from view of the ocean. Seagulls fight for food while children feed them. Certain women tan their bodies, while other women read books instead of wetting their hair. You're missing out I tell them and their Guardians smile and nod their head. One woman looks up sensing our conversation. When Bella gets up throwing the sharp rock aside, shaking the sand from her hands, she shivers a little when she sees the emaciated witch. Hello, she says, I'm ashamed to bother you, but I'm hungry and haven't any money ... Oh no, Bella thinks to herself, I do not want to give her my arugula salad with shrimp, it's all I have, besides this old woman is strange. Bella continues saying: You know what, I don't carry money with me. I have this, and the old woman reveals a fresh red rose, would you like it in exchange for something to eat? Ma'am, I don't need a rose and I really can't help. The witch in disguise puts the rose back in her bag. The next moment she is kneeling and writing with the sharp stone that Bella had thrown on the sand. Bella’s curiosity burns and she comes back to observe what the old woman drew: a heart with cracks. Come, what do you see, the old woman asks pointing to the drawing in the sand. Bella creeps towards her reluctantly and says, it's a heart with cracks. You're right. That is your heart! Wait, what is she talking about, thinks Bella. The old woman continues: You fear that your emotions will overflow, you fear to love and you have established dams: obstacles, traps, and barricades so that no man wins your heart. When she gets up, the old woman reveals her true nature: I am an enchantress and not an old woman like you thought. Bella cringes, saying, What? Like you heard, I am Aniron the Enchantress. Reserve your questions, dear. From now on, for not knowing how to love your neighbor as yourself, I cast this spell on you - you will be a wolf-woman, a beast, since you have not learned to give from the heart. You will not grow old, and you will have to wait until the day a man learns to love you for who you are on the inside. Aniron vanishes.
Bella finds herself running like she's never before. Why has this curse been brought upon me, she thinks as she weeps and runs through the sand back home. This can't be, am I hallucinating? I stopped my medication two weeks back. That must be it. If not, what else could it be? God cannot punish like this. Is it the Evil One? She has to take this curse back! I have to find her! My shadow frightens me!
Bella opens the door to her apartment and is surprised to see her paws work as if her hands are hidden beneath the wool. I’ll never go out like this. That woman, whoever she really is, was insensitive. Now my home will be my lair Bella thinks. Suspended unconsciously Bella’s thoughts that once ran in circles as she paced the sands now stop for a moment then resurface: how will I ever find love? If I do find someone he would have to keep our love hidden and located thousands of leagues under the sea, that is the sea of humanity’s eyes. Eyeing her half lit kitchen Bella decides to cook. I whisper Cream of Mushroom. Her stomach growls too audibly. She decides to make her own mushroom soup - yes - I love how calm she becomes after eating her creamy soup. I miss my smooth tummy she thinks caressing her now furry belly. She now reaches into her fridge for unsalted butter, an onion, half-and-half, chicken broth, and mushrooms. At least I haven't lost my mind, she thinks, not yet.
Here comes a heavenly woman whose spirits surpassing unknown sublimity and whose perfumes leave us the Angels agape has managed to maneuver her way through the crowd at Venice Beach unsuspected. In reality she is homeless yet still worthy of a warm home she thinks to herself as she gazes at Orion’s Belt in the night sky. Lord, why have you abandoned me? No, he hasn’t, her Guardian whispers in her ear wiping her tear and then he winks at me, I nod smiling. She perceives a veiled indescribable beauty, strangely presenting itself as a guiding light from the moon. It must be my mind foolishly baffled she thinks. She looks behind then decides to follow it nonetheless. Marina finds herself drawn to a certain building when her Guardian prompts her to enter a vague opportunity a door slightly left open. The cold breeze brushes by her face and subsides inside the now dazzling palace. A palace inside an apartment? How quaint and peculiar, yet cozy. Look there is a dinner set out on the table. It seems a banquet. But where are the guests? I’m so hungry. I wonder if I could have just a bite of that piece of pie. As Marina sits down without thinking she is transfixed by the Cream of Mushroom Soup, lemon pie, and Arugula with shrimp salad as she is transported in her mind she begins to feel like royalty. She sighs settling into her chair and begins having a conversation with herself: the time seems wrong to eat excessively, yet it is understood how depressing it can be to not eat and how necessary it is to feed oneself. Marina first notices the manuscripts when she is taking the last sip of wine. This is the palace of a writer! No wonder they’re so well off. She rises saying, Pardon me, Sir or Madam it wasn’t my intention to barge in your home and eat your food like this, well I mean it was my dream to find a place like this to shelter me but I know I am intruding and I’ll be on my way just need to see who wrote these books in progress first. Oh Marina curiosity killed the cat. No curiosity is gonna kill me if I don’t read. Once upon a time in an impenetrable kaleidoscopic kingdom there lived a girl named Ella who saddened in soul even conscience hastened to find a newborn baby boy to replace the one she had inadvertently lost one day in the marketplace. There are reflections as if magically appearing on the manuscript - they’re twin embryos. What sort of sortilege is this, Marina asks. A miracle and a hidden scent of softened pine and honey lingers in the air. I must be on my way, says. When she remembers she left her own book waiting to be written in a cart beneath the bridge where she sleeps. She realizes once outside again that there is a mysterious dream - a unique garden with soil like molten lace and an enormous theatre of fruits, vegetables and kisses of the unusual forms: flowers of passable purpose. This pink rose is better than rosemary, but deserves a better home most definitely; you’ll forgive me, Lord, if I pluck it for my son Austin. A scar upon the rose’s stem inwardly is imprinted as it is snapped for Marina’s son. She then goes on to remove the thorns. Minutes pass. A shadow appears. You dare trespass my property, and on top of this - you kill a rose from my unknown and delicate garden? Marina turns her back and puts the rose inside her black coat. I...I am sorry ma’am, I know I am trespassing on your property but why would I cut one of your roses? I wouldn't steal from a garden so exquisite and ethereal. Don’t smart talk me and Bella steps into the light. Marina stutters when Bella's reveals her fangs, You’re a, a...Wolf says Bella feeling entitled nodding. What would be a just punishment, Bella asks, How about a life for a life? You can’t be serious, says Marina. By the way, a little late to introduce myself I acknowledge but I am Edmund - I am Bella’s Guardian Angel, assigned by the Most High God. I whisper in Bella’s ear though imperceptible to her, her spirit captures my words and she ceases to think of murder. Where are these blood thirsty thoughts coming from she thinks, oh I’m a wolf, right. No excuses, I whisper - Bella hears me and feels uneasy as well as tired. I’ll pardon your life but tell me - what is it you want with the rose; I know you took it! Marina thinks twice, removes the rose from her pants’ waistline and says, I want it for my son. Austin, my son, is not doing well. He was in a car accident and is...in a coma. Oh, Bella’s heart sinks. Take the rose, but can you keep a secret and make a promise? Yes, anything, Marina's eyes widen. Keep in secret that I am a wolf, and also promise me that when your son Austin gets well - you’ll send him to meet me?