a modern fairy tale

Corrections made 8/21/10

This is what happens when I read a book on mythology and think about the evils of to days world.
Scary ain't it.


A Modern Fairy Tale
　
One day a young woman I'll call Aluvus was driving from the city where she had been born and raised to the town she planned to live in. Her parents were dead and she was alone in the world and perhaps feeling a bit sorry for herself for being so alone in the cold cruel world.
As she drove she found herself in a deep woods that she didn’t remember seeing on the map. She pulled over at a rest stop and decided that a quick walk in the woods would settle her mind and ease her heart. She saw no problem with this as it was a bright and sunny day with just a few puffy ‘fair weather’ clouds floating above in a bright blue sky. It was hot on the parking lot of the rest stop but as she entered the woods she found the mottled shade to be cool and comforting. So she wandered here and there in the woods looking at the bright flowers and listening to the singing birds. But in her wandering she lost track of exactly where the rest stop was. When she realized this she also noted that the day was darkening even though her watch said it was still early morning
With a sigh she decided to go back to the rest stop, get in her car and continue her journey. But as she turned back toward where she thought her car was parked she realized she’d wandered farther into the woods than she had planned and she could no longer see the rest stop through the tree’s or even hear the cars dashing by on the road beside it. This did not worry her at first.
However, as she started to retrace her steps the sky became darker and she remembered some old stories she had heard of two sisters who’d lived in a long ago wood near the town where she planed to live. According to the old tale one sister had welcomed change, the future and even growing old while the other had rejected any change at all. Both had mysteriously disappeared. Even their family mansion had never been found even though the wood where they were supposed to have lived had been logged and well surveyed for future use long ago. This memory made Aluvus shiver. It was then that she realized she had lost the path she had followed into the woods and that the temperature was suddenly dropping with the failing of the light.
She pulled out her cell phone meaning to use the GPS app to find her way back but the battery died even as she looked in horror at the lack of bars on the phone. She did not panic but carefully looked about her and decided on a direction that she believed would take her back to the road at least. She remembered that she had gone uphill as she wandered away from the rest area so she thought that going down hill should get her to the road.
That was when the cold steady drizzle started. Soon she was wet through and through and shivering. She gritted her teeth and continued downward to where she supposed the road was. Then the wind picked up and began to make the tree tops sway and dance menacingly as the drizzle became a hard rain.
Aluvus stopped below a tree that only stopped the rain a little and tried to think what to do.
Lightening suddenly flashed and blasted a tree nearby! This frightened Aluvus as it would anyone. She knew that under a tree was no place to be during a thunder storm so she moved away and didn’t even notice that all the trees no longer held the spring leaves she had seen and expected when she stopped but were instead winter bare as they thrashed in the wind that began to howl through them. Above in the sky lightening flashed and thunder roared. Sometimes the lightening flashed and the thunder crashed all at once so Aluvus knew it was directly above her. She was now so frightened she was just running to get out from under the trees for fear of the lightening. The under brush and brambles between the trees tore at her pant legs and tried to tangle her feet.
Ahead of her through the flailing trees and nearly blinding rain she thought she saw a dim light. She headed toward it, hoping it was the light of a house and not the embers of a lightening burnt tree. The trees and brush that had hindered her before no longer got in her way and she soon found herself in a clearing around an old fashioned farm house. There was an old kerosene type lamp swinging above the door in the wind.
Aluvus rushed up onto the porch that surrounded the old house and was grateful to put her back to the door and stand shivering and wet below the old lamp. She was at least out of the wind and the rain there. She looked out and it seemed the rain and wind had increased. Eddies of it began to curl around the house and bring rain with it to where she stood shivering. It was as if the storm was after her, she thought.
Then the door behind her opened and Aluvus turned with a gasp to beg for shelter from the storm.
“Ah, there! That’s the noise I heard on the porch!” The lean older woman said as if startled. “I feared the lamp had fallen before I could take it in.” She continued reaching for it as she spoke. “As for you, poor thing! Come in and get dry and warm!”
Of course Aluvus accepted gratefully. The inside of the house that she could see looked warm and welcoming; well lit by candles and a fire in a large fireplace.
“Thank you, kindly.” she said as she stepped over the large door jamb. Though she did wonder why the light inside the house did not shine out through it’s windows.
Once inside the house seemed to change. As her eye’s adjusted Aluvus realized that the light was not nearly as bright as it had seemed nor was it as warm as it had looked. All the glass and mirrors she had glimpsed were not clean but dusty and grimy. The old woman was indeed very old and lean as an ally cat. Aluvus started to be afraid but the woman offered her something to eat to warm her and, realizing suddenly how very hungry she was Aluvus ate what she was given.
The old woman began to chuckle. “I have you now,” she muttered to herself. Then she cackled aloud, "You have accepted shelter from the storm and food. Now you must serve me until the storm breaks.”
Aluvus wanted to shake her head, scream NO! and run out the door. But there was a sudden crack of loud thunder, almost as if the house itself had been struck.
“You don’t really want to go back out in that now do you, Deary?” The old woman smiled. “Stay here where it is safe. All I ask is that you help me keep my house while the storm lasts. You will be well cared for and fed while we wait. There is nothing to fear.”
So Aluvus reluctantly agreed to stay forgetting the evil she’d felt in the old woman’s laugh.
The old woman gave her dry cloths to change into and let her dry her hair by the fire. Then asked her to help fix dinner in the kitchen.
When they took the food into the dinning room Aluvus gasped as she saw another older woman sat there at the table with an empty plate and an empty glass before her.
“Who is that?!” She gulped noting that only the woman’s eye’s moved.
“That is my sister.” The lean old woman grumped. “We’ve had a argument some time ago. Do not trust her for she is a wicked witch. I was able to turn one of her spells back on her. As long as water never touches her she will remain as she is. But if it ever touches her lips the spell will slowly fade and a terrible curse will fall on all in this house, including you!”
Aluvus found this hard to believe but found she had trouble thinking of anything other than what the old lady told her to do or think.
“ Let us eat.” the old woman grinned, “Don’t mind my evil old sister and don’t forget to use this lovely condiment. It’s the same as what I used on the food I gave you when you came in.”
Aluvus thought, “Oh, so that was that harsh and stinging taste on the sandwich. I thought the meat had gone bad.” but she did not say it. Indeed, she could not say anything against the old woman who had saved her from the storm.
The storm went on and on. It seemed every time Aluvus though of leaving thunder would crash as if striking a tree just outside the house. Days seemed to pass much as the first night had for Aluvus. Except that the lean old woman began doing less and less of the house work and Aluvus started doing more and more. Soon it was as if she were a servant and the old woman a harsh and angry master. Aluvus did ask the old woman everyday as she woke her for her chores, “What is the weather like today? Has the storm broken yet?”
But the answer was always, “No, no. The rain still pounds, the wind still blows. Can’t you hear it howling in the eves, or the thunder crashing over head. If you were out there you’d be dead by now!”
Aluvus cleaned and dusted constantly, from the time the old woman told her to get up until she was at last allowed to fall exhausted onto a thin, hard cot covered by a thin, inadequate blanket. She was always cold and the house always felt damp despite the fire burning in the fireplace and the wood stove in the kitchen. Aluvus also eventually was doing all of the cooking but she could never experiment with making the food more interesting or tasty, if she did the old woman would yell at her, throw it out and tell her to do it over the right way.
No mater how much Aluvus cleaned, dusted or cooked the house remained dusty and grimy and the old woman stayed skinny. Even Aluvus was starting to loose weight. She had begun to ignore the silent sister at the table even though that sister’s face seemed more kindly and gentler than her lean sister. Then one night the lean sister got very angry!
“Where is the condiment! You know we can not eat without it! We must have the condiment!!”
Aluvus shrank from the old woman’s anger and said subserviently, “But Grandmother, (that is what the old woman told her she must call her) the condiment jar is empty and you never told me where more was kept or even how to make more.”
And then for the first time the lean old woman left Aluvus alone at the table with her sister. Aluvus had gotten used to not eating until the old woman had taken a bite and took a sip to approve of the food and drink. Now as she sat waiting she looked around at the dingy dinning room and frowned. “Where does all this dust come from anyway?” she thought. “In fact, where does all the wood for the fireplace and the kitchen stove come from and the ingredients for these dull and boring meals?” Her eyes fell on the other, silent sister and she saw her smile at her. Then this other sister looked meaningfully at the glass of cold water beside Aluvus’ plate and then with undisguised longing into her face.
Many other questions began to boil into Aluvus’ mind and she acted on one. She picked up her water glass and went to the still, silent old woman at the far end of the table.
The second the glass touched the woman’s lips her silence was broken and she whispered urgent instructions to Aluvus.
As the old woman stopped speaking her lean sister hobbled into the dinning room.
“What are you doing! Don’t give her any water!” she screamed fearfully.
“Of course not Grandmother!” Aluvus stood up and returned to her seat. “But I noticed that her eye’s were closed for a change and I could not see her breath so I held my cold glass in front of her face to see if she were dead.”
“Oh, she lives, alright! She lives. The spell sees to that! Never fear. Now, here is the condiment,” she went on setting it before Aluvus, “Be sure you use it, now that I’ve gone to the trouble of getting it for you.”
But Aluvus obeyed the sister who still sat quietly smiling at the other end of the table instead and only seemed to eat the condiment on her food that night.
When she woke the next day, questions still filled her head. Above them all was, “How long have I been trapped here!” And this morning she did not wait for the lean old woman to tell her to get up. Instead she got up on her own, dressed in her old cloths, strode to the window in her room and flung the curtain back only to learn that the windows she’d never been ordered to clean were painted black. So then she walked briskly to the front door and jerked it open.
Aluvus smiled then. For outside the sun was shining on a lovely new day. There was only a light dusting of dew on the grass as birds flitted from tree to spring green tree in the surrounding forest. She walked out onto the porch and noted that it was much older and more dilapidated than she remembered it being when she ran up onto it during the storm. Then the quiet sister joined her and they both took a deep breath of the warm, clean spring air.
“Now, where is this town you are going to, my dear?” She asked in a warm, interested and lively voice. A voice not at all like the cold, demanding and demeaning voice of her sister. “Do you think I can find a place to stay there too? I think I’m ready to make a change myself?”
As they walked down the path from the old house the lean old sister dashed out onto the porch and screamed after them in her scratchy, whinny voice, “What are you doing you fool! I warned you not to give her water, now all is ruined and you’ll die out there in the storm! Don’t you see the lightening? Hear the thunder! Feel the icy wind as it lashes you? Come back! Come back! Stay here, safe, with me, where nothing changes! Where everything stays the same!”
Aluvus paused and looked back. The old house’s roof was nearly without shingles and it leaned alarmingly to one side. Brick was missing from the chimney’s top and some of the windows seemed to be covered with tarpaper and old boards and Aluvus supposed that those had no glass in them at all. No wonder the old place was always drafty, cold and damp.
“Almost less than a tent, isn’t it.” Sighed the old woman with her. “Thank you for breaking my sisters spell. Now, come.” She smiled brightly, “Let’s go on and see what the universe has in store for us! This will be so much fun!” and the old woman practically skipped ahead. Aluvus laughed and followed her. She found the way back to the rest stop easily and as she did the cell phone in her pocket rang.
When Aluvus answered it she found that it was the man she was on the way to the new town to talk to about renting a house while she searched for one to buy. “I’m just calling to tell you there’s no hurry getting here.” He told her. “So take your time and enjoy the drive. I’ll meet you for lunch at the local grocery store if that’s all right and we talk it over there.”
Aluvus realized that it was still the same day as she began to wander in the woods. She looked at the kindly old sister that was with her and laughed, “I’m bringing an old friend with me, do you mind?”
The realtor didn’t mind at all of course and eventually the kindly sister had a nice little apartment in a near by town while Aluvus eventually had the house with land she’d always dreamed of having. Though the old woman, Aluvus gladly called Grandma, seldom stayed in her apartment, as she was eager to travel and see the world.
Long years later as Aluvus reached the age of dear old Grandma, who had eventually passed on to her reward, she insisted on passing on to other young people the main part of the advise Grandma had given her to finely break her evil sisters spell.
For the last thing the kindly Grandma had whispered into Aluvus’ ear that night was, “And tomorrow do not wait for her to wake you, dress in your own cloths and even if she catches you do not ask her what the weather is like outside! Open the door and look for yourself!”