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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Fairy Tale / Folk Tale
- Published: 11/18/2020
The Witch Tree
Once upon a time, there lived a witch name Glenda, whose house was a tiny shack in the woods on the edge of the village of Branchville.
Unlike other witches, Glenda was a kindly sorceress, who spent most of her days tending her garden and making up potions and sabs for the people of Branchville. She wanted to make sure they stayed as healthy as possible.
But then Glenda died unexpectedly, causing the citizens of Branchville to become deeply sadden and horribly scared; who would continue to make their potions for them?
Knowing that the citizens of Branchville would feel lost without her, and sensing her death quickly approaching, Glenda, who was more than a hundred years old, invoked a spell that would place her spirit into the huge tree that stood beside her shack. There she intended to continue to watch over the people of the village, while devising a plan to pass on her knowledge, but only to someone whom she deemed worthy.
That person turned out to be a brave young girl from Branchville who, while passing by the witch’s shack, heard a distant voice calling to her.
“Alicia, Alicia,” said the voice, “Come and sit beside my tree, and I will tell you how to make all kinds of potions and even one that can cure a King.”
You see, it turned out that King Harold, who lived in a castle not too far from Branchville, had become terribly ill. Healers journeyed from all over, but none could make the King feel well again.
So sitting on the ground in front of the tree, Alicia began to listen carefully while the voice told her what ingredients she would need from both the garden and elsewhere, and how to mix them correctly. Then carrying the mixture to the castle, she told the guards why she was there and what she had. Fearing that her mixture might do harm to the King, they refused to let her in.
In order to allay their fears, Alicia dipped her finger into the potion then stuck it in her mouth.
“See,” she said to the guards after a bit, “it is not poisonous, otherwise, I’d already be dead.” Finally, they agreed to allow Alicia to bring her elixir to the King. Like the guards, he was skeptical at first about its effectiveness, but after feeling another stab of pain, he decided he didn’t care anymore.
“I will take it,” he said to his guards.
Once he swallowed the mixture, the King laid his head back down on his pillow, and then, closing his eyes, fell fast to sleep. He slept for two days, eventually waking up with a smile.
His pain was gone!
Calling the guards, the King had Alicia brought to his chamber. “Youngling,” he said to her, “how did you know how to make such a powerful cure?”
Not wanting to reveal that it was a witch’s spirit who had instructed her, Alicia told the King that it was a kindly old woman who had given her the knowledge.
“You must bring this woman to me so I can reward her,” said the King.”
Feeling embarrassed that she hadn’t told the King the truth, Alicia explained, “I’m sorry, your majesty, but my teacher is deceased,” which was the truth. So the King suggested that Alicia stay at his castle and teach his physician how to make the potion, incase he needed it again.
“I’ll stay for a day,” she replied, “but then I must get home. But I promise I will return.” Then after having the King’s physician write down all the instructions, Alicia left.
When she got back to Branchville, Alicia collected hundreds of sheets of parchment, and then sitting in front of the old tree, began to write down everything the voice told her about how to make potions and even some spells.
It took so long, that by the time Alicia returned to the castle, the King had passed away from old age, but his son, Prince Allen, was now in charge.
Sitting with the Prince, Alicia had his scribes write down everything that she had learned from the spirit. Even with many scribes taking notes, it took a long time, during which Alicia and the Prince fell in love. Eventually, they married.
On their wedding night, Alicia confessed to the Prince the truth about how she obtained her knowledge of the potions and such.
Was he angry? Did he have her locked in the dungeon?
Not at all.
Instead, whenever Alicia returned to her village to dispense her potions and sabs, the Prince, who was now the King, accompanied her.
It turned out, he too liked making people feel well.
The Witch Tree(Tom Di Roma)
The Witch Tree
Once upon a time, there lived a witch name Glenda, whose house was a tiny shack in the woods on the edge of the village of Branchville.
Unlike other witches, Glenda was a kindly sorceress, who spent most of her days tending her garden and making up potions and sabs for the people of Branchville. She wanted to make sure they stayed as healthy as possible.
But then Glenda died unexpectedly, causing the citizens of Branchville to become deeply sadden and horribly scared; who would continue to make their potions for them?
Knowing that the citizens of Branchville would feel lost without her, and sensing her death quickly approaching, Glenda, who was more than a hundred years old, invoked a spell that would place her spirit into the huge tree that stood beside her shack. There she intended to continue to watch over the people of the village, while devising a plan to pass on her knowledge, but only to someone whom she deemed worthy.
That person turned out to be a brave young girl from Branchville who, while passing by the witch’s shack, heard a distant voice calling to her.
“Alicia, Alicia,” said the voice, “Come and sit beside my tree, and I will tell you how to make all kinds of potions and even one that can cure a King.”
You see, it turned out that King Harold, who lived in a castle not too far from Branchville, had become terribly ill. Healers journeyed from all over, but none could make the King feel well again.
So sitting on the ground in front of the tree, Alicia began to listen carefully while the voice told her what ingredients she would need from both the garden and elsewhere, and how to mix them correctly. Then carrying the mixture to the castle, she told the guards why she was there and what she had. Fearing that her mixture might do harm to the King, they refused to let her in.
In order to allay their fears, Alicia dipped her finger into the potion then stuck it in her mouth.
“See,” she said to the guards after a bit, “it is not poisonous, otherwise, I’d already be dead.” Finally, they agreed to allow Alicia to bring her elixir to the King. Like the guards, he was skeptical at first about its effectiveness, but after feeling another stab of pain, he decided he didn’t care anymore.
“I will take it,” he said to his guards.
Once he swallowed the mixture, the King laid his head back down on his pillow, and then, closing his eyes, fell fast to sleep. He slept for two days, eventually waking up with a smile.
His pain was gone!
Calling the guards, the King had Alicia brought to his chamber. “Youngling,” he said to her, “how did you know how to make such a powerful cure?”
Not wanting to reveal that it was a witch’s spirit who had instructed her, Alicia told the King that it was a kindly old woman who had given her the knowledge.
“You must bring this woman to me so I can reward her,” said the King.”
Feeling embarrassed that she hadn’t told the King the truth, Alicia explained, “I’m sorry, your majesty, but my teacher is deceased,” which was the truth. So the King suggested that Alicia stay at his castle and teach his physician how to make the potion, incase he needed it again.
“I’ll stay for a day,” she replied, “but then I must get home. But I promise I will return.” Then after having the King’s physician write down all the instructions, Alicia left.
When she got back to Branchville, Alicia collected hundreds of sheets of parchment, and then sitting in front of the old tree, began to write down everything the voice told her about how to make potions and even some spells.
It took so long, that by the time Alicia returned to the castle, the King had passed away from old age, but his son, Prince Allen, was now in charge.
Sitting with the Prince, Alicia had his scribes write down everything that she had learned from the spirit. Even with many scribes taking notes, it took a long time, during which Alicia and the Prince fell in love. Eventually, they married.
On their wedding night, Alicia confessed to the Prince the truth about how she obtained her knowledge of the potions and such.
Was he angry? Did he have her locked in the dungeon?
Not at all.
Instead, whenever Alicia returned to her village to dispense her potions and sabs, the Prince, who was now the King, accompanied her.
It turned out, he too liked making people feel well.
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