Book of Unfinished Stories

Elizabeth's Treasure

Summary

A young girl named Elizabeth explores the forest behind her grandmother's cottage and discovers a treasure that she hid from the world. Upon discovering it, she also found long forgotten magic and visits the place of her treasure. While in the town near her home, drama stirred around and soon the townsfolks were reaching their boiling point of madness.

The waves of the dark ocean crashes violently against the dock, the roaring of the thunder soars across the darken skies as the chaos continues stirring fear for the nearby residents, fearing perhaps there will be a disaster coming and yet a lone figure stands at the edge of the dock. Seemly to have been waiting very patiently despite the chaotic weather surrounding them, this person did not leave nor did they made an attempt of moving from their spot. Continuously staring off in vast ocean with hopeful eyes, eyes full of emotions, eyes of a child.

' Please. '

Morning has come and the darken skies along with the chaotic weather has left and now only the little girl is left. This girl has stayed at dock through the whole chaos and yet there she is, still staring off with eyes full of hope and longing.

"Elizabeth, my dear you should hurry inside! You are soaked to bone and will definitely catch a cold!" An old woman shouted as she hurriedly walked towards the cold girl. The old woman was the current care taker of the girl. Bethany Stone, a nice old lady who adored her gardening and her adopted granddaughter. The girl turns to face the woman, the little girl's black inky hair still dripped with water as well as her pale complexion seems paler and was shaking like a freezing puppy in the winter's cold. She shyly nods her head and slowly walks to the woman who has her weak yet warm arms open.

Elizabeth was young little child of the age 8, she loved the far going ocean along with dancing and her loving dolly bunny; Bell, she called the doll. Although she is only a child, she knew the world around her wasn't as forgiving nor kind as the fairytale books has described, she is hated by the people in town for having been the daughter of a witch. A witch who got everything she wanted by either threatening or blackmailing, a witch who acted like she was a god and did things no god should approve or even think of doing. But like every fairytale book, the villain has to go down. On the day of her death was the birth of dear little Elizabeth. People despises her. For her cruel mother. For her cursed witch looks. And yet, in the eyes of the old woman, she saw an angel. An angel of god's most favorites; God's little angel. As Bethany loves to call her.

The two walked into a small cottage on the top of the hill nearby the ocean. The cottage was small but cozy and the atmosphere that surround them gave the feeling of the true fairytale coming to live, a dream come true to dear Elizabeth. The cottage has luscious green vines climbing on one side with blooming flowers of different colors, a clear view of the vast ocean with a continuously warm ocean breeze and beautiful oak trees around them; trees not to close to each other yet, evenly balanced to creating an enchanting forest.

Bethany went to the closet and grab large cloth to dry the young child while the said child went straight to her small bedroom. Elizabeth changed from her plain yellow knee-length dress to a flowy pink dress that goes to down to her ankles, she doesn't put on any shoes nor any socks due to her only clean pair of socks were currently still on the small cloth line inside the cottage drying. Once she had finished dressing, she grabbed her bunny, Bell and walked into the old woman's bedroom who was sitting and waiting for the adorable girl. She jumped on the bed without any hesitation and let her long black hair be dried. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Bethany begun to hum her special song. This song has soothed Elizabeth many times and during the times, Elizabeth had wished she had died along side her only mother despite not loving her.

"You have always enjoyed this song of mine huh?" the kind woman stated while smiling softy. Elizabeth nods her head with a small smile, both grandmother and granddaughter don't need words to understand each other. Only a simple look and a smile is all they need to know, nothing more or less. A quiet mumble interrupted the gentle melody and that mumble came from the silence girl. "Say it again my dear. There's no one but me here, so do not be shy. Do not be scared. You can talk with me and I will listen to every word you speak." Bethany told the young Elizabeth, assuring her again and again that she will indeed listen like she has done since the day of her birth. The grandmother was not like the townsfolk who hated her for someone she had never met, only related by blood is what they shared. They would be cruel to her and chase her out of the town claiming she will bring back that witch or claiming that she is the witch. Other children would throw rocks and junk at her while chanting a song that hurt her like prickle thorns, a song about the town witch and that she is her.

"..please..teach me..that song..?" she said quietly but enough for the old woman to hear, she fumbled with the fabric of her dress and lower her head. A chuckle came from the woman and she patted Elizabeth's head, making the little girl look up to her with a shine of hope in both of her eyes.

"of course, my dear angel. As long as I can hear you sing one day. Does not need to be tomorrow or the next day but I just hope one day, I will hear you sing to me. Our special song"