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Witch

It happens with some witches. They leave their dark rooms to see the light. Not because they dont love their darks anymore, they just fall in love with the light.

Witches? About whom you are talking about Grand dad? 

Oh.. none... just a girl I met manyeee...years Ago.

A girl? Was she your girl friend?

Haha.. no ... she was not that type. No one could bound her in any relation what so ever. She was her own Princess... would only follow the voice of her heart ...

...and... did you love her?

Oh...no... not the love. Perhaps it was something else. ...she scared me sometimes... she was so powerful...

Grand dad tell us more about her please. Did she look beautiful? Did she have long hairs like Rapunzel? Did she have some magical powers? Tell us please...

Wait..... I told you. She was a witch. A beautiful witch. And yes she had powers. She could tell... what is in your heart...she could see your dark side. 
She lived in the town. Near my house. But once in every month she would visit a cave in the mountain. I did not know about it until ... until one day I followed her and... 

and what Grand dad?

ahmm.. and.. I saw she belongs to the other world. I realized we could never become at least in this life and I prayed that ... that we would again meet in our next lives...

Zoden suddenly looked at the children. They had already slept. He then went up at the window. Opened it slightly. Looked at the mountain far away, which seemed so small and like a little black match-box, under the moon-light in the night. 

... under the lamp in that cave, she was not my jenna... she was not the jenna I knew... she was not the jenna of our small town.. she had transformed into ... into a little star... she had fallen in love with his light and then she was gone forever .... 

Zoden looked up at the only star who was shining brightly in the sky. He thought, without this dark, would the star have the same beauty? He smiled a lost smile and curled up himself in the bed hurriedly...
(P.S. - The story is an outcome of a game played on FB group - My WorlD )
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