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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: there are so many stories in the world of Fairy Tales that follow this pattern of story that I am about to tell, and if I went through just the 1/3 of the collection I have, I could probably name at least 5. But as the story is in need of some kink and celtic mythology (which I love using) then this is a fresher view of the same old story. For me at least, this makes the story seem better.
I’m nearing my 10,000 hit, and I am looking forward to it. What I’d really like though is some idea if my stories are doing well or not. The hit rate is one thing but it doesn’t reflect opinions and thoughts. Please review, it’ll really help. And I am also open to ideas on Fairy Tales to rewrite. I am really not fussed at this point if it is an old classic or something a little more left of center. Or you can email me your ideas and I will credit your account name. Whatever works is cool.
The Three Lost Sisters
Chapter One: The Witch’s Cursed Powder
Far away and long ago lived a handsome young man named Hunter. His name reflected his personality perfectly, for there was none in the land who could shoot an arrow better, nor track an animal further through the wilds of the world than he. Hunter lived with his parents and three sisters in a fine house and they enjoyed many things in their lifetime.
One evening while they ate dinner, a knock came to the door, and the father went to answer it. There stood an old woman shivering in the cold. She begged for shelter and it was granted to her. Sitting her by the fire and feeding her, the woman contented herself.
The next morning, she had left early, leaving in her place a feather. Hunter took it and placed it his hunting cap and then went out to hunt. While he was gone, the woman returned, but this time with a wicked vengance about her, stealing away the three sisters. Into her magical bag she put them while the parents were buffudled by her magical powder. When the three girls were gathered, she stole away into the distance.
Hunter returned home to find his parents weeping, lamenting their ghood nature and longing for their daughters to which they loved dearly. They explained to Hunter what had happened.
“I must go forth and seek out this cruel witch and teach her a lesson,” he said.
“Please don’t go,” his parents begged. “What if she steals your senses too and we shall never see any of you again?”
“Fear not, for I know a little Wild magic myself.” Hunter went into the woods for a few minutes and returned with a simple charm made of leaves and berries. “As long as these berries remain as bright red as the blood that is ours, then I am in good health. Should they ever turn black, you must spill your own blood on them to revive me, for the blakcness will show that I am under a spell.” Leaving them with the charm, Hunter rode into the distance, hot on the trail of the witch.
After a long day and night of riding, Hunter grew weiry and settled down o the forest floor to rest. He was about to go to sleep when a rustle in the bushes caught his attention. His bow and arrow were drawn in a flash and aimed. Out of the bushes came a hind, its skin as beautiful in white as to make any cat jelous.
“Do not shoot me hunter, for I can help you,” The hind called out.
“Tell me what it is you can do for me and I shall spare you,” Hunter answered.
“Take the feather that is in your hat and burn it, for it is bespelled by the witch to always tell her where you are. If you burn it, she will not know where you are or where you go.” So saying, the hind stepped forward and took the feather out of the hat and laid it before him. Thinking nothing of it, Hunter burned the feather.
“Now, rest here, for I shall guard you this night, and lead you to where the witch is living,” the Hind said. Hunter, the gentle man he was, took some food from his pack and fed the Hind in thanks and settled down to sleep. The following morning as the sun was rising over the hills, the Hind nussled Hunter awake and led him into the forest. Soon, they came upon a house by a stream. The waterwheel turned and smoke poured from the chimney.
“Do not let the witch find you,” the Hind said. “She will send one of your sisters to tend to the animals soon enough, and you must steal her away without her making a sound to alert the witch. When she doesn’t return, she will send the next sister out, and so on.”
Hunter went down to the house and hid amoungst the animals and waited. He could hear the witch yelling at his sisters, and he had to wait patiently for one of them to be sent out. As one was sent, he heard the witch call out. “Don’t go wandering off, for the woods will not offer you safety.” The first sister came out of the house and went to the animal sheds. When she saw Hunter, he signaled she should be silent. She sneaked up to him and hugged him, and he led her to where the Hind waited. He then returned to the animal shed and awaited his next sister. Sure enough, the witch got impatient and sent the second sister out to look and to tend to the animals. When she saw Hunter, he signaled she should be quiet as he led her away.
The last, and youngest, sister was sitting at the window when Hunter was leading the sister away, and she got so excited she knocked over a vase and it smashed. Th witch, in a passion, came over and saw Hunter and the sister disappear into the trees.
“I think not!” she shrieked. She grabbed the last sister by the hair and dragged her to where Hunter was waiting. “Do not think you can escape me so easily!” She shrieked. With a flick of her rist and a magic word, the girl was turned into stars and disappeared. Hunter tried to lead his sisters away, but one fell and the witch caught her. With another flick of her wrist and a magic word, she glowed silver and disappeared. With more magic words, the trees and roots entwined the last sister and Hunter was dragged away by the wild beasts at the witches calling. She flicked her wrist a final time and sent the girl away in a golden glow. Finally, she rounded on Hunter.
“This is the price you pay for messing with my desires.” She waved her hand and threw some pink dust upon Hunter, who started coughing and choking. With a flash, the witch was gone. Not knowing what else to do, Hunter went into the forest, looking for a way out. For three days he wandered, having only water from the streams he found and few berries as food and drink. Finally, he collapsed under a tree, unable to go any further.
“What’s this then?” a rather jovial voice asked. “I see a strong man under a tree who doesn’t seem to know what he is about.” Hunter looked around but saw no one. “He can’t even see me for the beauty that is my coloring.” Hunter looked up and there was a Raven sitting in a tree, and it seemed as if the bird was smiling at him, laughing at his misfortune.
“Begone beast, for it is your feathers that got me in this perdicament in the first place.” Hunter muttered.
“He doesn’t want help he says. Some hunter, doesn’t know a raven feather from a painted owl feather. Ha!” he laughed and then flew down to the ground in fornt of Hunter. “What the matter? Your sisters aren’t totally lost, nor is your situation without hope. ”
“Hope?” Hunter replied, “I cannot look for my sisters should I nvever get out of this forest.”
“Not a worry, not a worry, I’ll get you out. The hawk might fly the highest, but he doesn’t see the details like I do. Ha! I’ll get you out. ” The raven turned and flew into a tree. “You just rest well, and I’ll keep an eye out just you see that I don’t.” With that, he jumped from tree to tree while Hunter slept on.
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