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“Once upon a time, a beautiful purple cloud appeared in the afternoon sky. The cloud dropped a single raindrop, which fell to the ground and grew into a magical, purple Dahlia flower. It had the ability to heal the sick, and injured.”
“Well, centuries passed and a hop skip and a boat ride away there grew a kingdom. The kingdom was ruled by a beloved King Fluixon and Queen Sapatara, well she was about to have a baby, and she got sick, really, sick. She was running out of time. And that's when people usually start to look for a miracle. Or in this case, a magic purple flower.
You see instead of sharing the gift, this woman, PrinceZam, hoarded its healing power and used it to keep herself young for hundreds of years. And all she had to do was sing a special song.”
‘♪Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine. Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine..♪’
“All right, you get the gist. She sings, she turns young. Creepy, right?”
Hearing someone coming, she covered the flowers with bushes. However, because she was in a hurry, her cloak tips over the cover, exposing the beautiful flowers.
“We found it!” Said one of the royal guard
The guards carried the flower carefully, until they back to the castle. Then, they mixed the flowers with herbal tea. Fluixon feeds it to Saparata, who was lying weakly on the bed.
“The magic of the purple flower, healed the queen. A healthy baby boy, a prince was born. With beautiful black hair, with a little purple at the roots. I'll give you a hint. That's Wemmbu. To celebrate his birth, the King and Queen launched a flying lantern into the sky.
For that one moment, everything was perfect.
And then that moment ended.”
PrinceZam snuck into the palace through the window and stared at Wemmbu, sleeping in the cot. She sang, and sure enough, the baby's hair glowed purple, just as she predicted. She cut a little bit of the hair to regain the power back, but the hair turned black, indicating that it had lost its magic.
The king and queen woke up when they heard the noise. Panic struck. PrinceZam took Wemmbu with her. Realising their baby was missing from the cot, the night wind swept across their faces as they realised that the witch had kidnapped their child.
“The Kingdom searched and searched, but they could not find the Prince. For deep within the forest, in a hidden tower, PrinceZam raised the child as her own.
PrinceZam had found her new magic flower. But this time, she was determined to keep it hidden.
As PrinceZam brushed Wemmbu’s hair, he began to sang, revealing the magic of his shining hair. It made her sister's wrinkled hands smooth and youthful again.
‘Why can't I go outside?’ asked Wemmbu innocently.
‘The outside world is a dangerous place. Filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here, where you're safe. Do you understand, My sweet sweet Wemmbu?’ said his sister carefully
‘okay..’
But the walls of that tower, could not hide everything.
On the night of his birthday, while his sister was asleep, he quietly opened the window and watched the stars flying across the sky. He gazed at them in wonder and curiosity. In fact, each year on his birthday, the King and Queen released thousands of lanterns into the sky in hope that one day, their lost Prince would return.”