In the fairy world of youth, when some discover Pandora’s folly, others discover Pronada’s glory, or so I’ve been told.
Our story took place many many years ago in a nameless land of butterflies and lotus flowers. Pronada was the ugliest gangliest girl ever seen. Thin to the point of being a shadow, her long stringy hair excited no comments of awe; she was awkward and graceless, which no one let her forget for a moment, including her parents, who despaired of ever finding her a husband.
Notwithstanding this, her heart was full of joyous wonder at the beautiful things of nature.Pronada often walked through the forest not far from her home. She loved the calm beauty of the trees, the warbling happiness of the birds and the gentle wind upon her skin.
She’d never seen anyone in the forest until that day. Coming towards her was another girl, a little older than she and almost a mirror image of herself, except that she seemed very beautiful to Pronada. The beauty was in her eyes and her smile. Without speaking a word, she invited Pronada to follow her.
They came to a bower, where a rumpled feather bed seemed to be waiting for her to rest and Pronada feeling tired after her long walk gratefully laid down. The young woman lay beside her and began to sing a song. Pronada, enchanted and excited, closed her eyes and began to feel an inner warmth she’d never experienced before. She tingled from her toes to her head as the music entered her soul. Then she fell asleep, fully at peace with the world.
When she awoke, she was alone on a grassy knoll in the bright sunshine. Butterflies flew among the flowers and the sun warmed her naked body. She put on her clothes, perplexed that she’d taken them off before falling asleep, all the time reflecting on the wonderful dream she’d had.
As she picked up her shift to put it on, she saw a tiny golden box. Fascinated by the shimmering glow of the box, she opened it, and marvels of marvels … out from the box came all the spirits of the wonderful things that makes life worth living. Passion and fulfillment, love and enjoyment, beauty and poetry … but jus as she looked closely to see what the last spirit in the box could be, a terrible spider bit her and she fell down as though dead. The box immediately fell shut before the last spirit could enter the world and disappeared.
A full day and night passed and if you’d seen Pronada you surely would have thought that she was dead … and in a sense she was. Like a butterfly that leaves its cocoon, Pronada, upon awakening was no longer a gangly ugly child but a slim beautiful young woman.
Ah .. you want to know what happened to the box and what was left inside? The box returned to the Akashic Library with its content death – which Fate decided to add to another box – but that’s another story.
© G.s.k. ‘15