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 Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 1:42 am
Rosangela nodded her understanding, though she wished there was more stories about this woman. She didn't know why, but she felt a very strong connection to the story.
"Well, maybe you will learn more stories about her sometime. If she really exists, someone like that would probably have other things happen. I just..I feel a connection to the story, I don't know why,"Rosa admitted quietly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 1:45 am
Myth eyed her and was silent for a long moment. "I will track down the rest of the story for you." He promised, not sure really why he wanted to.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 1:51 am
Rosangela looked at him in disbelief, would he really look for more about this Sun Lady? Oh she certainly hoped so, she was eager to learn more about this woman.
"Oh thank you, I would love to hear more. I want to know everything I can about her, maybe it will help me with who I am,"Rosa spoke.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 8:48 pm
Myth nodded, though he couldn't understand why knowing about the Sun Lady would do anything to help his Rose with remembering who she was. He shrugged and closed his eyes again, his mind swarming through the different stories in his head. It was nice, actually, to verbalize what he kept inside. No body around here cared much for stories or fables, unless they were true and could help the Six out somehow.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 9:39 pm
Rosangela watched the other, wondering what other stories he may have. She wanted to hear more stories, it made her yearn to hear about the world around her.
"Could you share more stories or are you too tired right now?"Rosa asked. She did not want him to run himself ragged, but she really liked the stories.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 9:45 pm
Myth looked back at Rose and tilted his head. What story to tell her? He grinned when he thought of the perfect one.
"Once there was a miller who was poor, but who had a beautiful daughter. Now it happened that he had to go and speak to the king, and in order to make himself appear important he said to him, "I have a daughter who can spin straw into gold."
The king said to the miller, "That is an art which pleases me well, if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to-morrow to my palace, and I will put her to the test."
And when the girl was brought to him he took her into a room which was quite full of straw, gave her a spinning-wheel and a reel, and said, "Now set to work, and if by to-morrow morning early you have not spun this straw into gold during the night, you must die."
Thereupon he himself locked up the room, and left her in it alone. So there sat the poor miller's daughter, and for the life of her could not tell what to do, she had no idea how straw could be spun into gold, and she grew more and more frightened, until at last she began to weep.
But all at once the door opened, and in came a little man, and said, "Good evening, mistress miller, why are you crying so?"
"Alas," answered the girl, "I have to spin straw into gold, and I do not know how to do it."
"What will you give me," said the manikin, "if I do it for you?"
"My necklace," said the girl.
The little man took the necklace, seated himself in front of the wheel, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three turns, and the reel was full, then he put another on, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three times round, and the second was full too. And so it went on until the morning, when all the straw was spun, and all the reels were full of gold.
By daybreak the king was already there, and when he saw the gold he was astonished and delighted, but his heart became only more greedy. He had the miller's daughter taken into another room full of straw, which was much larger, and commanded her to spin that also in one night if she valued her life. The girl knew not how to help herself, and was crying, when the door opened again, and the little man appeared, and said, "What will you give me if I spin that straw into gold for you?"
"The ring on my finger," answered the girl.
The little man took the ring, again began to turn the wheel, and by morning had spun all the straw into glittering gold.
The king rejoiced beyond measure at the sight, but still he had not gold enough, and he had the miller's daughter taken into a still larger room full of straw, and said, "You must spin this, too, in the course of this night, but if you succeed, you shall be my wife."
Even if she be a miller's daughter, thought he, I could not find a richer wife in the whole world.
When the girl was alone the manikin came again for the third time, and said, "What will you give me if I spin the straw for you this time also?"
"I have nothing left that I could give," answered the girl.
"Then promise me, if you should become queen, to give me your first child."
Who knows whether that will ever happen, thought the miller's daughter, and, not knowing how else to help herself in this strait, she promised the manikin what he wanted, and for that he once more spun the straw into gold.
And when the king came in the morning, and found all as he had wished, he took her in marriage, and the pretty miller's daughter became a queen.
A year after, she brought a beautiful child into the world, and she never gave a thought to the manikin. But suddenly he came into her room, and said, "Now give me what you promised."
The queen was horror-struck, and offered the manikin all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child. But the manikin said, "No, something alive is dearer to me than all the treasures in the world."
Then the queen began to lament and cry, so that the manikin pitied her.
"I will give you three days, time," said he, "if by that time you find out my name, then shall you keep your child."
So the queen thought the whole night of all the names that she had ever heard, and she sent a messenger over the country to inquire, far and wide, for any other names that there might be. When the manikin came the next day, she began with Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar, and said all the names she knew, one after another, but to every one the little man said, "That is not my name."
On the second day she had inquiries made in the neighborhood as to the names of the people there, and she repeated to the manikin the most uncommon and curious. Perhaps your name is Shortribs, or Sheepshanks, or Laceleg, but he always answered, "That is not my name."
On the third day the messenger came back again, and said, "I have not been able to find a single new name, but as I came to a high mountain at the end of the forest, where the fox and the hare bid each other good night, there I saw a little house, and before the house a fire was burning, and round about the fire quite a ridiculous little man was jumping, he hopped upon one leg, and shouted -
'To-day I bake, to-morrow brew,
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the next I'll have the young queen's child.
Ha, glad am I that no one knew
that Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.'"
You may imagine how glad the queen was when she heard the name. And when soon afterwards the little man came in, and asked, "Now, mistress queen, what is my name?"
At first she said, "Is your name Conrad?"
"No."
"Is your name Harry?"
"No."
"Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?"
"The devil has told you that! The devil has told you that," cried the little man, and in his anger he plunged his right foot so deep into the earth that his whole leg went in, and then in rage he pulled at his left leg so hard with both hands that he tore himself in two."
He smiled and looked at her to see her response.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 10:28 pm
Rosangela listened to the story and her eyes lit up, she actually knew this story. Someone close to her had told her the story at some point and she remembered feeling scared for the woman when she had three nights to come up with the name of the little man and triumph when she figured it out.
"I remember that story, someone special to me told it to me. It is always a wonderful one to listen to and I do wonder what the little man wanted the child for,"Rosa admitted.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 10:32 pm
Myth tilted his head and studied Rose. "Why does anyone want a child? To raise it as his own, of course." he replied glibly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 10:39 pm
Rosangela raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what to say to his reply.
"There are other ways to get a child then using a child like a bartering chip. You could have children of your own with someone you love and sometimes even happens between those that do not care for one another. I do not think that is the best way, having it with someone you do not like. You could also adopt...which...the child is as much a part of you, even if not blood related,"Rosa spoke.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 10:45 pm
"And that is what he does. Adopt. If the parents are foolish enough to barter their children, then he shall take them and raise them better. " Myth said in a hurry, different for how he had been. This was one subject he would rise to anger about real fast. Grimm was his father, maybe not by blood, but by the way he had been raised, and he would defend Grimm until his dying day.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 11:50 pm
Rosangela backed up a bit, an apologetic look in her eyes at the way he reacted.
"I am sorry, I did not mean to upset you. It is just that...I know what it is like...I think...I feel like I have been abandoned and I was saved. I just don't see how parents could barter with their own children,"Rosa said softly, her head lowered sadly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 11:56 pm
Myth shrugged and looked away. "And thats fine, but Grimm saved my life, Rose." He said softly, his head laying down again.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 12:03 am
Rosangela pawed at the ground, feeling sorry she had gotten him upset like she did.
"Well, I am glad he saved you, that was good of him. Like I said, I think I was saved too, I just wish I remembered by who and why,"Rosa admitted quietly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 1:42 pm
Myth shrugged and settled back down. "He only takes children that the parents are fool enough to bargain with." He said calmly, his voice flat like it usually was as he settled back into is spot and closed his eyes again.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 5:51 pm
Rosangela laid back down, she hadn't thought of it from that perspective before. She always saw him as the bad guy, but she guessed it really depended.
"I suppose I can see why he would do that. I guess I hadn't thought of it that way before,"Rosa confessed.
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