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Pet BABY AMY
Pet BABY AMY
A long time ago in a land far, far away. There once was a Miller called Anton Plaid, his surname was of old origins that dated back many centuries ago of Caledonia, the great kingdom in which there was dashing young knights on horseback, fair maidens and of course Princesses. Oh... and not forgetting the handsome Prince's too. There was magic in all of the kingdom and everyone mostly lived a happy and peaceful life in Caledonia.
Anton lived and worked in his own windmill, making all manner of things, from wheat to churning milk, etc. For there was a big barn nearby that held cows, sheep, chickens etc. It was like a farm, on a slightly smaller scale and that was just fine for Anton, and his lovely wife, Rose. Who milked the cows, made and baked bread, she spun lovely weaves of thread making the finest cloths in all of Caledonia. Anton had short brown hair, brown eyes and stood at 6ft tall, Rose was very petite and was 5ft 5inches tall, she had long golden blonde like hair and bright blue eyes.
People would come from the far reaches of the kingdom for her fine cloths to make clothes with and the milk, bread etc. that they made too. They were the happiest of any couple there could be and Rose had always wanted to have a child of her own, Anton also wanted to have a child, both had agreed to having a girl, but no matter how much they tried, a child was not forth coming. Both Anton and Rose were in deep despair, they quickly began to loose their interest and care in all of the things they loved to do and had done so well.
Which made the people of Caledonia be very sad, for they had to go elsewhere as the things they used to get from Anton and Rose was not anywhere near as good as they used to be, with not much income coming in, both Anton and Rose were soon on the breach of becoming poor. Both Anton and Rose were so very, very sad. They were at a loss as to why they were not producing a child, they tried various things to help in making a baby, but alas... nothing worked.
Then one dark night where the clouds were heavy laden, a storm like no other swept the entire kingdom of Caledonia, the lightning was fierce and it struck wildly, the thunder was loud, making everything shake, the animals all in the barn were all very frightened, as so were Anton and his wife, they huddled each other by the fireplace. Anton was 35 years old and Rose was 25, the age difference never bothered her she loved Anton very much.
A horse drawn caravan made its way along the quiet country road that ran through the fields nearby where the big and once beautiful Swan Mill used to be, it had been the most beautiful Windmill in all of Caledonia, but now it was virtually in ruin, the wind sails of the windmill itself were in tatters, it hardly moved at all, the roof leaked, mice were getting in, but it was home to Anton and Rose, it was the only home they ever had. It had been so long since anyone came to the windmill for anything, in fact people had stopped going there all together.
So it was a surprise, shock and a delight all in one, when they suddenly got a knock on their door. Rose looked up at Anton in alarm. “Who could that be dear?”
"I do not know. No one comes here any more.” There was another loud Knock! Knock! Knocking at the door. Which nearly frightened both Anton and Rose, for it did not sound like a very friendly sort of knock.
Both looked at each other unsure if either one of them or both should go and open the door, but again there it was again. Knock! Knock! Knock! This time the knocking was a lot more louder and menacing, that both Anton and Rose had decided that they were definitely not going to the door and open it. “How rude!” a sudden voice called out... Both Anton and Rose were both very shocked and startled, they both looked to where the voice had come from.
To their shock and disbelief, stood now before them was a figure wearing a shawl over her head, a very tattered old dress, she was only 5 foot in height, she had a long but crooked nose and what could only be a wart on the left cheek of her face, but Anton and Rose did not dare say anything about that, knowing full well how very rude that would be. Instead they both said together to what appeared to be a very old woman.
"Who are you and how did you get inside our home?”
"Why my name is Nadia of Dark-moor... and I am of course a Witch...” Dark-Moor was but a myth in the kingdom of Caledonia and was said to be a dark place of black magic. “But you can not be from such a place even if you are a witch.” Remarked Anton, though in a timid way as the witch before him stood there all dripping wet in front of him, but if she was a witch, why did she not do anything about that?
"Why do you say that?” Asked the Witch as though she was offended. Anton tried to be careful with his words. “Because such a place is but a myth and you are very wet by the way.” Anton had not meant to sound rude, and what he had said did seem to come across in a not so friendly way. He was even shocked himself, as he looked on at the witch with fear in her eyes. She however, smiled at him. “Nonsense my dear, I can assure you that Dark-moor is a very real place and how so very observant of you...”
She held in her hand what looked like a cross between a walking stick and a staff. She rapped it once on the stone floor of the living room and... Poof! As by magic no less, the witch was completely dry. “You are also however...” Remarked the witch sounding to be slightly cross with Anton... “Very and extremely rude.” Anton looked shocked. He knew he was a polite person, one of the politest in all of Caledonia.
"Me... Rude! You must be mistaken?”
"Oh no Anton Plaid, I am not mistaken, I came to your very house, I knocked on your door, but now one answered, I knew that you were in, so I knocked again, but you still did not answer, I knocked a third time, just in case you and your good wife may have been deaf, but still no one answered the door and I was getting extremely wet and annoyed, so I came in by the use of magic.”
"That was you knocking on the door?” Remarked Anton almost sounding very dumb, to which the witch sarcastically remarked in return. “No, it was a Pixie! Who or what else do you think was knocking on your door?” Anton felt a sudden pang of shame. “Please, have mercy on us!” He pleaded. “We had no idea who or what was at our door. Please do not put a spell on us.”
Anton had his hands clasped together in a begging gesture, Nadia smiled at him as she removed the shawl that she had over her head, a mane of long black hair fell around her, it was so long that the hair not just fell to the floor, it draped from behind her like it was a brides headdress. The hair looked impossibly young, so vibrant and luscious, for a woman who was so, so very old. But again, Anton nor his wife dared to say anything about that fact, for fear of offending Nadia in any way.
"I see that you both like my hair?” Remarked Nadia who had noticed both Anton and Rose were both staring at it. “Why yes... its remarkably beautiful and so, so very long.” Remarked both Anton and Rose together with timid voices. “Relax... I am not here to put a spell on you, but I am here to help you with a spell...” Replied Nadia with a warm smile. “I, I do not understand.” Replied Anton very meekly.
"Perhaps I should rephrase that.” Replied Nadia with a slight chuckle. “I wish to use a spell on your good wife here to help you both in the one thing you both so dearly and deeply wish for. Your dearest and deepest wishes were sent to me on the winds, carried to me, and I came as soon as I received them. Alas even with my magic, I can not simply disappear from Dark-moor and reappear here.”
"Please forgive me for asking, but I am but a simple Miller. Why is that exactly?” Asked Anton, rather humbly. Nadia was not angry with him for asking. She smiled at him with that odd warm smile of hers. “There is a very powerful magic barrier my dear Anton, only a very powerful witch could zip and zap in and out of Dark-moor and that would be my queen, whom I am but one of her most humble servants. I have to go through the barrier and travel a very long way to get here, I am sorry that I could not get here any sooner.”
Nadia sounded very sad and seemed to be upset when she admitted such a fact. Both Anton and Rose felt very bad for being so rude when they had not answered the door to her, keeping her waiting getting very wet and cold in the midnight rain. “I am so very and deeply sorry, we both are, we had no idea...” Anton replied, nearly crying himself. “Please, there is no need to be sorry about that. I am here, all that I ask is for your blessing to allow me to place a spell on your good wife.”
Anton looked a little worriedly at Nadia. “What kind of a spell, may I ask?” Again, he asked in the most humbled way possible. Nadia smiled at him reassuringly. “Why... a spell to help her give birth to the baby girl you have both so very much wanted, of course.” Both Anton and Rose looked at Nadia in utter surprise, then at each other and then back at Nadia. “You can really put a spell on my wife to help her to produce a baby?”
Asked Anton, not in a doubting way, he just sounded so utterly surprised, that Nadia could understand his slight disbelief and was not offended by it. “Why yes, I can, I am not anything as great or as powerful as my queen admit-ably, but I am one of her best servants she has ever taught of how to use the ways of magic. But please do not merely take my word for it, allow me to perform the spell and you shall both see that I speak the truth. If not, I will be punished by my queen and she will visit you both in person to apologise.”
The news all seemed to be too good to be true, but alas, neither Anton or Rose dared to refuse Nadia or accuse her of something they may both live to regret and they did so very much want to have a baby. “I give my consent for you to cast the spell on my wife.” Anton said finally and with a smile. “I require your consent too Mrs Plaid.” Rose got up from where she had been sat huddling her husband, she approached Nadia to hug her. “I gladly give you my consent and please, do call me Rose.”
"Why thank you Rose.” Replied Nadia, as she hugged Rose in return, then she pulled away and placed both her hands on Rose's tummy, there was a beautiful golden glow, which felt wonderfully warm and gentle. Nadia helped Rose to sit back down, she smiled at the concerned Anton. “Don't worry, she is merely sleeping, when she awakes, she will feel so much more better, you will soon begin to notice signs of pregnancy right away, to which I shall return in six weeks...”
"Six weeks!” Replied Anton in utter confusion. “I don't understand, return? What for?” Nadia then had a very different look now on her face, almost sinister looking. “Why... the baby of course...” Anton was struck dumb, he looked shocked too. “But the baby wont be due then and why would you need our baby?”
"Because she is my baby fool...” Replied Nadia very harshly... “Do you think that is an ordinary baby I planted in her?” Anton did not reply, he was too much in shock.
"I planted a part of my self within her, that therefore makes the baby mine, she is a magical baby and as such she will be born within six weeks instead of nine months... But you have no fear, I have no intentions of completely depriving you of your child, since she will be in a sense also yours. I shall bring her to visit you both and you shall have her for every week-end for as long as I permit it. To be given a magical child comes with a heavy price, for which you shall be well compensated for in the way of gold...”
"What? Wait... what are you saying?” Asked Anton in total confusion. “You mentioned nothing about there being a price...”
"I just have, just now...”
"I meant before you asked for mine and my wife's consent.” Replied Anton in near strong tone. Nadia did not flinch. “And would you have given it or your wife if you both knew the price you would both have to pay?”
"No, no price can placed over that of a child, any child for that matter. Undo your spell witch and be on your way...” Nadia nearly got angry, but she contained her anger. “I shall let that one go, but don't you ever dare speak to me that way again. I could so easily just make sure your wife gives birth to a pig, how would you like that?” Anton looked shocked.
"Surely you wouldn't do such a thing like that?”
"I would and more...”
"Then your queen would surely punish you for that...” Replied Anton sounding a little bravely. To which Nadia uttered a high pitched cackle as she laughed. “Did you seriously believe that? Fool, there is no such queen... though what I told you about the barrier is true... also the fact I am very powerful to be equally true and I would not if I were you, push your luck...”
Replied Nadia and now she pointed the top end of her staff that held a crystal in it, directly at Anton in a very threatening manner. “I could just come back in six weeks, take the baby by force and leave you both to be penniless and poor for the rest of your lives, that will be more than suffering enough for you both, without me needing to cast a spell to do that, or even do worse. I could do so many things, but so long as you value you and your wife's very existence. Then you will be glad of your wealth and of my generous offer to let you both see the baby girl on every week-end.”
Anton knew that there was nothing much he could do or say, but to accept Nadia's terms. “Very well, I accept your offer...” He remarked, but in a fit of tears, Nadia had no sympathy for him. “Good, but I warn you try anything, anything at all, like try to turn my daughter against me, or try to hide her from me, try anything and I will make you both be so very sorry... mark my words... so, very, very sorry...” Nadia's voice had taken on such a menace to it, it was beyond anything anyone could ever imagine. Her voice was so evil, it was hard to believe a woman as so aged and ugly as she was, was capable of such evil, but alas like in all tales about evil witches, Nadia was the most evil of them all, the most evil witch you could possibly ever get, there was nothing and no one that could stop her.....
TO BE CONTINUED....