
Night was falling softly over the lake, veiling the hills around it, with quieting sounds of worlds preparing for sleep. She wrapped her lacy blue shawl around her shoulders and started walking home.
The moon was rising with a bright orange glow. "How beautiful!", she thought, and at that moment the world seemed to freeze all around her, a fraction of a second that suddenly opened the door to long forgotten memories, so vividly close she could almost touch them.
"Grandma", said the little girl, "why is the moon all alone up in the sky?"
Grandma smiled, "My sweet girl, it's been that way for a very, very long time, even before Grandma was born, if anyone can imagine that!"
The little girl touched her Grandma's cheeks with her soft, small hands, and swiftly sat herself comfortably on her lap.
"Oh, Grandma, you must know a story about it... Say you do!"
Grandma laughed a little and held the dear child tighter to her heart.
"I do know a story my own grandma told me when I was young and, like all good stories you like so much, it starts with...
Once upon a time, there lived a woodcutter. He was a kind and simple man, with a good heart. His wife had passed away many years before, but she left him a beautiful daughter, the most beautiful anyone has seen in that land. For quite a while, the woodcutter's daughter kept close to their home in the forest, away from any human eye. But, as she started to walk farther and farther, word of her beauty spread faster than she could even be aware of.
A wicked witch who happened to hear about the girl's beauty decided that, in order to keep her power and evil magic, because you see that witch was so old and her strength wasn't like it used to be, she needed to make the girl her slave. The beautiful girl cried and cried, and begged the witch to let her go back to her father, whom she loved so much. But the witch said, in her screechy witch voice, 'Dearie, fret no more. You shall work for me from now on. Hehehehe!'
Oh, how the poor girl cried and asked for mercy! The witch only laughed and made fun of her some more.
Until one day... A handsome prince came hunting in that very part of the woods. Right as he was getting ready to kill a deer, he saw the beautiful girl coming out of the house with an empty bucket for water. He fell in love with her at once, and from that moment on, he couldn't think about anyone or anything anymore. He didn't tell any of his men about the girl, fearing that all of them would be falling in love with her as well. Instead, he came near the witch's house in the woods, every day and watched the girl, while his heart seemed to beat so fast, he thought it might be jumping out of his chest. He wanted to gather a little more courage to tell the girls his feelings, and he was also very intrigued about why the girl didn't seem very happy, in spite of her beauty. Finally the day came when the prince's heart slowed down just a little bit from all that beating, and he spoke to her, ' Your beauty has captured my heart. Who are you, queen of my dreams?'
He was really smitten by now, you see", Grandma said, and the little girl approved with a chuckling smile.
"Go on, Grandma. What did she say next? Did she like him too?"
"Oh, she did, my child. For even though she didn't know he was really a prince, he was just as handsome, and had a heart of gold.
The beautiful girl told him her whole story and oh, how much she wanted to be free, to see her father and to never work for the witch.
The prince never told her he was of royal blood, for he wanted her to love him for who he was only. But he promised her he would bring some brave men and set the girl free in three nights.
Finally the night came and the prince and his men fought hard to free the girl. But they didn't know the witch's power had been growing since the girl became her slave, and after the witch defeated all the brave men, she stood before the wounded prince, with an evil look on her face, ready to kill him too.
Right then, the beautiful girl ran to her prince and held him in her arms, begging the witch to spare his life. The witch didn't even want to hear her cry, but, because she had been in love once, a very, very long time before, she found an ounce of mercy in her heart, and said, 'Very well. I shall spare his life, bu you, my dearie, will have to pay for this. From now on, you'll light up the night sky and he'll rule the day, never to be together again.'
To this day, my sweet girl, the moon waits for the sun to set, where one ends, the other one starts. Sometimes, once in a while, the moon sneaks out when the witch isn't looking and she smiles at the sun during the day. And so..."
The little girl fell asleep with her head gently leaning on her Grandma's shoulder. She dreamed she was all grown up, a beautiful woman, with a lacy blue shawl, walking at night.
She stopped near the lake, watching the moon reflected in the velvety waters. A lonesome bird flew across the lake with delicate wings, like trailing echoes in the dark. Frogs and crickets were cheerfully continuing their symphony in the grasses bellow.
The woman looked down with a faint smile on her face, while the girl looked up with big and bright, beautiful blue eyes.
High on the hills surrounding the lake, the jasmine was blooming that night.