[Continued from.... ROSE - The legend of the Fairy Child]

MYSTRY mingled in the myth of misty minds

It was in one of those travails, somewhere between heaven and earth that Rose felt the Merry Child with a weeping heart. The Merry Child who could only feel sad but never weep whatsoever. Merry Child was cursed with the kiss of the baloney lonely spirit, which dried ones tears, faded the sobs to hush within. But could not cry did not mean would not feel sorrow. He just could feel the depths of sadness writhing in him and his heart break in the pressure but could never cry. But the Merry Child had the gift to make each one happy. His life was just destined to find ways to make everyone's wishes true and make them truly happy.

Rose floated and hid in the huge castle following the Merry Child who had just straightened the silver streaks of moonshine dust luck from the crimson wild poppies that bloomed after midnight. Merry Child, she felt was in search of a playmate.  He was ensnared in the bonds of an unhappy heart shackled by the black voices.

The black voices could reach out to the soul, with peaks of devilish emotions that the white voices could not.

  So much so, that Merry Child did not even own a name. In the dungeons of black magic names or identities were not besotted of anyone. Until you came face to face with the grime, till you know them as close as your heartbeat, even if you are told the name and made believe in it, you never know... And no one knew his name.

Except  for Rose. Rose could not be hoodwinked. Nor deceived. Not because she was wise and intelligent. But because her red rose heart was pure, imperishable in its love and faith. Flawless in its innocence.

Merry Child’s true name were to remain a mystery for everyone but Rose... for he was Rose's mystery… yes, Mystry, that’s what his name was.

Merry Child had to pass the drudgery of daily light years. A daily light year for Mystry would account to centuries for us, a 1000 years, but for Mystry, the merry child it was all in a day's work. He was committed to the weaving of golden invisible threads that held the entire world’s heart beat weft adroitly. For Love was truly an emotion present in the mental state that evolutes from the heart rather than anything physical. The golden gossamer threads were so light and strong, that it was what made all the men and women in the whole earth dance puppets to the hearts tune even more so than the mighty mind.

But before Rose, the fairy child could touch the weeping wounds in the Merry Child’s inside being; she was whisked and bound by the ogre-wizard of lies. It was then that the fairy child realized that she had trespassed into the citadel of life.

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Rose, our real life heroine, turned to see her sweetheart Zayan sleep next to her, in his innocent sleep on his side. She loved that look on his face, his nose. She touched it ever so slightly, the Greek God likeness of nasal sculpture. Those delicious tufts of breath whirred out with a soft murmur. She felt each one mutter her name, Rose, then a soft wisp of air breathe out, Rose, another soft wisp, Rose...

Rose rigged his arms. He opened his eyes, half. And closed her there, snug, tight. Rose snuggled further. Hugged him and lay on his chest, listening to him, love me with each breath, Rose, I love you. They already had their homes and hearths warm in oneness unknown to the sinister gleaming devil eyes of the earthly life, somewhere in the snow clad heavens of Switzerland, along the coast of Lake Geneva, in the winter wonderland beneath Swiss Alps.

Rose remembered that recurrent dream she had for the past 20 years of her life. For Rose, that dream was so beautiful and painful, the best she ever had.

About an innocent fairy child.

Trying to escape from the shackles of an ogre of lies that bound in a fortress of life. How every time she tried to fly, the fairy child's magic maroon wings were clipped by the ogre of lies which ruled the citadel of life. And how the fairy child cried in vain at nights. For want of her freedom, freedom from the shackles of lies that bound her to life, to reach for her Destiny, the eternal soul of the innocence, LOVE.

In her dreams, that fairy child's name was also ROSE.

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The wicked ogre cut off her maroon golden wings and she lost her innocence in those high rise walls of lies. Now only Mystry, the merry child could save her and restore her red rose heart’s glory in all its innocence. She sang in the silver rivers of starry nights all the saddest melodies all by herself. They were so mellifluous that it sounded like a death elegy to the earthly beings. It frightened them so much that they refused to step out at night afraid of the mindless loneliness. She danced the ferocious death dance so madly that the earth trembled in its toxic wake. It made the hollow in the bones reverberate and the beings shivered in the vibrations whirling through chattering jaws and trembling lips and quivering bodies.

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Rose knew that even if she stayed with Zayan in harmony as this, her father King Philip would never bend the system and regulations that said that royal blood could not mix with the ordinary. She knew her father would rather quite her by death than accept or allow any challenge to the ancestral reigns. The War for the Rose by Zayan was a direct feud against the Monarch. A riot of sweat, blood and tears in the making, the rawest of emotions overflowed, undeterred. The kind of wars that nature and earth waged with deafening noise of thunderclaps of destruction and blinding streaks of lightening flashes of hate.

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Rose, the fairy child tried her best to tackle the gloomy leprechauns and iniquitous elves that surrounded her bound existence, battling them with all her might and valor to escape the impending perish. She exuded the charm and charisma of a million exquisite fantasies meant to break fetters. She reverberated the finest of melodious music and loveliest of dazzling dance and creative zenith that the entire universe and beyond were adorned brilliantly in its grace, but sadly horrifying and madly cruel, it could not release Rose.

The Merry Child wandered all the awe inspiring natural wonders in the universe to find the escape for his fairy child for now he had realized that the fairy child was his oldest and everlasting companion.  That the lonely Rose that bloomed in the swamps of gloom which had found refuge in his heart in a rare and ephemeral moment would remain within his depths forever. He flew inside the angel falls on the AuyanTepuiRiver covered in dense forests, the burning volcano of Krakotoa of Sumatra which left the sky itself glittering motley of colors, the delirious heights of Mount Kilimanjaro and the scintillating senility of NiagraFalls in search of a solution. From the depths of earth he found the magical deerdove eyed unicorn which prepared life-potions. This had to be dusted with fairy innocence from Rose's wings and tears of the Merry Child’s soul.

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Fast Forward 15 human years.

Queen Anne of late King Philip, with the tremendous support of true stoics in a Golden era had evolved the power supremacy to suit the universal hearts.

It felt like the weight of the ancient wait lasted more than many millions of light years and the toils of thousand souls of lifeless deaths and deadly lives. Zayan looked at his beautiful bride to be, 50 year old Rose, in his eyes the most beautiful woman he ever beheld. It was as if, she was born beautiful for him, as if only he could own her true beauty in its entirety. His daughter Princess Raina, the miracle their love had borne, looked on at the Royal Ceremony, the Wedding of Dreams. As the entire world stood watching in awe and dreams, Zayan and his beloved Rose was united at the end of a long lasting wait, in a universal ceremony, the celebration of eternal existence and peace.

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Merry Child cried that day the finest and best tears in the entire universe ever since existence, to save his dearest from the death grip of the merciless ogre. This brewed the sweet golden yellow pansydaffodil potion that had to be pitched through the evil  ogre -wizard’s mouth. He carried it using the invisible garb and poured it in the sleeping snoring gaping mouth of the ogre of lies which cast him to a spell bound stupefied slumber in his citadel of life. And that saved and freed the Fairy Child. The Merry Child hugged her in a soulful reunion, the entire universe stood mesmerized in the diversity of dazzling colors in the divine skies. The music of love, the  dance of truth, the magic of mystery and the dream-come-true destiny that united them into life- yielding- lights of ever- lasting love.

The LOVE that gave them the wings of freedom to escape the ogre of lies and the citadel of life.

And they stayed that way forever in infinite peaceful eternity.

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Gods, angels, fairies and all magical mystical creatures showered Red Red Mystery Roses from heavens at the union of the greatest souls that ever existed in any time and space. Love, trust, faith, hope, honesty and patience were adorably adorned in the shining moments of luck luster infinity, buried beneath the prayers and penchant of an eternal wait and truthful desire. It was stars everywhere, the kiss of wild and reckless union.