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Queery Tales; Where Rainbows Begin	By : shikiblade Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Fairy Tales Views: 23001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own rights to these stories. They were writen long ago and far away. These are re-tellings, but not for mass publishing. No money is being made from these stories.

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A/N: Hi everyone! Yes I know it has been an age since I have added to the Queery Tales stories, but I can explain. I have been ordering and reading all the Fairy Books from Andrew Lang and looking for some really good stories to re-write. While a lot of them are the same story with different twists, I have found one or two that are very different. So patience will give you rewards such as this story here, taken from the “Pink Fairy Book.” the original is Catherine and Her Destiny. I hope you like my retelling of it.
Christopher and His Destiny
Contains: Kissing, Oral, Anal (Chapter Three)
Chapter One: The Wheel of Fortune
Once upon a time there lived a young man named Christopher. He was an intelligent young man with a fair heart and gracious tone. His father, a wealthy merchant, loved him dearly. Although his father worried greatly that his son would never have a child because of his attraction to other men, he did not let the grief trouble him.
Within their well-built home, they had three magical thrones; one was made of pure gold and granted the person sitting in it to use magic. One was made of silver and allowed the person seated in it to bend the forces of nature to their will. The final one was made of diamonds and was most powerful of all. Whoever sat in it was granted a wish, but they only got one wish for their entire life. After that, the diamond throne would be nothing more than a seat for the person.
Now our story begins on a day like no other for young Christopher, who sat at the window of the sitting area tending to some mending. He was very good at the female crafts as well as the male crafts, as he had to do the work his mother might have once done. He had learned these skills from the many servants of the house. Now on this particular day, Christopher tended to the sewing as he was requested by his father. He was much looking forward to the evening for they were to attend a party. But as Christopher’s mind wondered about the men he would see, there was a sudden gust of wind that blew open the windows and doors, and in came a cloud of mist. The mist floated around the room and then settled into one place. Then out of it came an angelic being. Her hair was done back in simple braids, but it was done to display the small wings that grew from her head. Her clothing was very thin, but in the right light, the cyan material revealed patterns of flowers and vines.
“Greetings Christopher,” the being said, holding up a wheel in her hand. “I am your Destiny. I have come to help you discover your life through your choice. Shall you have a happy youth or a happy old age?’ Destiny asked. Christopher was too stunned by the appearance of this majestic being to answer. “Will you have a happy youth or a happy old age?” Destiny asked again with the same tone of voice.
‘Well,’ Christopher thought to himself, ‘if I have a happy youth, I will have to suffer through a time where I may not be able to bare it. Whereas if I take on the burdens of life while I am young, I shall be happy in my older years.’
“Will you have a happy youth or a happy old age?” Destiny asked a third time, still awaiting Christopher’s answer.
“I will have a happy old age, if it will please my Destiny to grant it,” Christopher answered.
“So be it,” Destiny replied. She held up her wheel and it levitated there between them. “A happy old age shall be yours,” she spun the wheel as she said this. From the centre of the wheel and flowing outward was a whirl of colour. Soon, colours burst out in all directions, nearly blinding Christopher.
“Your Destiny shall unfold at midnight,” came Destiny’s voice. The colours disappeared, and Christopher found himself all alone in the sitting room. Not knowing what to make of what had happened, he returned to his sewing and began humming to himself.
That night, Christopher bathed and dressed to get ready for his evening. He and his father got into a carriage and headed to the events of the evening. Upon their arrival, Christopher thought he saw a woman that looked like the Destiny that had visited him that morning, but when he looked again, she was gone. Going into the ball room, Christopher was suddenly surrounded by many women and men asking for a dance. His reputation for dance preceding him, he took the hand of a charming young woman and they danced out into the crowd. As the songs changed and the night continued, Christopher had many dance partners. But as midnight came close, he was interrupted from his present partner by a woman who, unmistakably this time, was his Destiny. She took his old partner’s place and Christopher began dancing with her.
“Enjoying your evening?” she asked him politely.
“Yes ma’am,” Christopher answered, not sure what else to call her.
“Please Christopher, don’t be overly formal. Call me Dantina. Remember it, for it shall help you one day,” She looked over at the clock. It started chiming midnight. “Goodness me, how time flies when you are having fun,” she said with a somewhat sinister smile. “Let Destiny unfold,” she laughed and disappeared before Christopher could ask any questions.
The following morning, Christopher took to the streets of town to find a tattoo artist.
“I wish for a tattoo on my arm,” Christopher ordered.
“Certainly sir, what shall I have put there?” the artist asked. “I wish to have the symbol of the wheel of fortune along with the name Dantina under it,” he replied.
“Be warned sir,” the artist muttered. “Having the wheel placed upon yourself can bring you bad luck. It is a witches curse to wear one without permission.”
“I will be fine,” Christopher answered. The artist said no more and began his work. Soon, Christopher returned home, but when he did, he found his Father weeping in despair.
“Father, what has happened?” asked Christopher.
“A very wicked man has stolen into the house and used the magic of our thrones to wish all we have away, only the house and the diamond throne remain.” His father continued to weep bitterly at his loss. “All our ships have sunk and we have lost all. We are broke and penniless.”
“How father?” Christopher demanded, but his father could answer no more, retiring to his room to be alone with his misery. Summoning a servant, they explained that the thief had managed to sneak into the house as if guided by some mystical force, for no one ever saw them come and he was only noticed sitting upon the diamond throne, the only thing left. Cursing his luck, Christopher did what he could to try and put things right without using the power of the throne, but to no avail. Soon, his father died of grief and all the servants were let go or sold to make ends meet.
Finally, Christopher found himself alone in the house. Doing the only thing he knew left to do, he sat in the diamond throne. Before him floated a young child surrounded by white lights.
“What wouldst thou wish of me?” she asked.
“I wish to know what to do now with my life, as everything I have known is lost.” Christopher answered as he sat in the throne and waited. The child seemed to contemplate things for a few minutes.
“You must take the throne to the man known as Daniel Dera and sell it to him. Accept no less than fifty gold pieces for it. Do not spend the coins, and leave two behind you when you begin your travels anew. Take the road east to the next village. Only fate can help you after that. Good luck Christopher.” With that, the child disappeared. Wasting no time, Christopher sought out Daniel Dera and offered him the diamond throne of wishing for whatever price he offered. “I will take it for fifty gold pieces,” Daniel offered.
“Agreed,” Christopher said. He then packed the last of his possessions and followed the road east.
In the next village, Christopher began to feel sad, for he had no knowledge of where he was. As he wandered the streets, a kindly woman saw him from her window and called to him.
“Dear boy, who are you and where are you going?” she asked.
“I am but a poor boy that has little money and must work to earn my bread,” Christopher answered.
“Can you sew and cut wood?” asked the woman.
“I can do that and much more,” Christopher answered.
“Then come in dear boy and work for me,” The woman answered. Accepting the work, Christopher lodged with the woman, and the two of them got on very well. One day, the woman said she had to go out and that she wanted Christopher to lock the door and not answer to anyone but her. Christopher bid her good day and locked the door and sat down to tend to his work. Just as he thought he was in a life he could enjoy, there was a harsh wind that blew open the doors and windows, and in came the mist that carried Destiny.
“There you are Christopher,” she said in an excited tone. “I have been looking everywhere for you. I do hope you didn’t think I had given up on you?” Dantina looked down upon Christopher, who was too stunned to speak.
“Goodness boy, you are still a youth, and I have much to do with you yet.” With that, she turned towards the well decorated room. Spinning her wheel, black hands flew out and ripped at the kindly woman’s clothes and sheets, destroying everything that was made of material. Dantina laughed wickedly as she caused this havoc, and then disappeared. Christopher was dismayed at the sudden ruin of everything before him. Not knowing how to explain this to his mistress, he left two of his fifty gold coins behind and left. Dantina, however had been hiding outside the window, and as Christopher left, she spun her wheel the other way and white hands repaired everything back to the way it was and she then disappeared, taking the gold coins with her. When the mistress returned home, she called out for Christopher, but no answer came. She never saw him again.
Christopher continued east along the road until he came to another town. While he walked through the town, another woman called to him from her window.
“Dear boy, who are you and where are you going?” she asked him.
“I am but a poor boy who must travel and work for his bread,” Christopher answered.
“Can you clean fireplaces and tend to gardens?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am, and so much more,” Christopher replied.
“Then come and work for me,” she said, letting him into her house. Christopher worked for the woman for many weeks, but again, there came a day where she had to venture out into town.
“Tend to your work for the day and lock the door behind me. Do not admit anyone but me,” she instructed. Sure enough, Christopher locked the door and returned to his work. And as before, Dantina came bursting in with a flurry of winds and mist.
“Here now, Christopher? My you do like to travel, but there is no place beyond my reach,” Dantina said. Spinning her wheel again, ignoring Christopher’s begs and laments, black hands raced through the house, scratching at the woodwork and destroying all the porcelain and china. With tears more painful than Christopher could stand, he ran from the house, leaving two more of his gold coins behind. Dantina then repaired everything with another turn of her wheel, took the coins and then left.
For ten years this game with Dantina went on. Christopher travelled until a kindly man or woman took him into their home, and then they would leave and Dantina would come and force Christopher to flee, and each time he left two of the gold coins behind. After the ten years, the fifty gold coins he had gained from the selling of the diamond throne were spent, and Dantina decided to leave Christopher alone for a while, having put upon him every humiliation of the sorts’ described. Dantina retreated to her home in the mountains and slept under the four stones of onyx that were there. Christopher, in his travels since he had spent the last coins, came to the capital of the country, and was given work by a rather stately woman.
“Can you climb well?” she had asked him.
“That depends on what ma’am means by climbing?” Christopher replied.
“Mountains my dear young man,” she explained.
“Most definitely, my lady,” Christopher told her.
“Your work with me shall be simple. Every day you are to buy three loaves of bread from the baker and take them to the mountains on the outside of town. At the top of the closest you will find a dais, and you shall put the bread upon it and call out ‘Destine, Destiny of my Mistress, accept these offerings from my Lady to keep your peace’.” From that day forward, Christopher worked at the house in the evenings and made the trip up the mountain every day, sometimes taking bread, or other times taking meats or wines on special occasions. But each time he went, Destine did not come, but the bread was gone the next day.
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