A Neverending Love Story

                                                                       Welcome! Welcome!
                                                                                  Come in.
                                                                            Let me guess,
                                                             You are here for a story, correct?
                                                                             I thought so.
                                      
                                                               Would you like a seat?
                                       We also have a bunch of cushions in the corner.
                                                       Whichever it is that you prefer.
                                                                      Ah nice choice.
 
                                                      May i get you some tea or
                                                     a nice cup of hot chocolate?
                                                        Please get comfortable.

                                                    I will fetch that for you now.

                                                                There you are my Love.
                                                                                Cozy?
                                                                         Good. Good.

                                                             For today's story
                                      is one of courage, strength, knowledge,
                                                fear, heroes, and of course love.

                              There are some other things thrown in there as well,
                                                    but if i tell you all of them,
                                      there will be less time to tell you the tale itself.
                                                    Oh, what a tale it is too

                                            I do have to remind you though, 

                                           I give no warnings to my stories

                                       nor are they for the easily offended

                                          Read at your own risk and sanity.  

                                       Let us begin our story then, shall we?


               Once upon a time in a kingdom far far away..... Hahah just kidding

     This story all really starts way back in the 1700's as a group of traveling misfits known as Byzantines, or as we refer to them now as Gypsies, roamed the land in search of kingdoms to entertain, people to barter with, and children to make laugh or maybe eat it depends on which stories you believe. 
      Oh, and they also stole a lot of things and started a lot of shit. So much so that when they arrived in new towns, they showed them that they had letters of protection from the king of Bohemia, himself. Which means they were to be left alone and not to be touched.

     But stay focused here......

   Sure, they were not rich but at the same time they were not poor either. They traveled near and far in their caravan of wooden horse drawn wagons. Always looking for odd jobs here and there or a rich landowner to swindle out of some coins or family old treasures.
   They seemed to have not a care in the world most of the time. Oh, but they did. They had heard the many times, cries for them to be put to death or run out of town. People knew who they were and what they were with all their troubles and such because word started to get out and wow did it just spread.

    When they showed up things in town always started to mysteriously go missing and chaos ensued. But when the guards went to check their possessions or tried to step in, the caravans and those who lived in them, seemed to just disappear before they got there. No tracks, no fire pits, nothing. Not even horse droppings. It was as if they were never even there. 

   Poof! Just like that. Gone! Weird right? 

     Only to show up a few weeks later, a hundred or so miles away from the town they left.
    Strange. Their horses must have been really fast, i guess. 

    Even with all the gossip traveling, people were still curious of their artsy bohemian ways. The town's folk did not know for sure if they were thieves, entertainers, healers, or sorcerers though. They would get caught up in their story telling and sudden dance parties in the middle of the square to even notice that their pockets were being picked. It must be witchcraft or a powerful sorcerer that put them under a spell that enchanted them to sway to the music as they lost their weeks wages. 

   Soon those that talked bad about them or treated them without meaning, were getting sick out of nowhere. Others were dying in midsentence during a conversation. Bad luck, hair falling out, things breaking. All were starting to be blamed on the Gypsies no matter where they went.
    People started to hunt them down. Kings put out warrants and ransoms for them, dead or alive. No place was safe for them now.

   They retreated to the forest to give them protection and shelter, but never staying in the same camp for too long. Leaving them alone was the best thing you could do unless you wanted evil to fall upon you, your family, your land and crops, or your livestock. Most dared not to go anywhere near the woods. They were considered enchanted by spells or evil spirits.

    As generations passed, the more the Gypsies empowered their abilities and beliefs passed down from the ones before them. They could either give you an herb or a spell to help you or one to hurt you. But if you were kind to them, they were kind to you.

So, what does all this have to do with my story?
   Well just give me a sec because i am getting to that and will soon tell you.