The Magic of Love

Not so long ago in a place East of a great ocean, and West of the rising sun, a strange story is ofter told about the magic of love and courage.

Deep in a dark pine forest on the side of a raggedy mountain sat a little shack, an enchanted house filled with many wonderful things. It was surrounded by a high hedge of long thorned briers to keep unwanted guests out. Welcomed guests saw only roses of many delightful colours.

On a dark and stormy night when all the evils in the hearts of men were chasing as snow white unicorn, it leaped the high tangled fence in her effort to escape from blood thirsty hunters.

As soon as the unicorn's hooves touched the ground inside the magic garden, she changed into a little girl. Her wavy mane became long blond hair, her four feet, two, her brown eyes, blue. Still shaking in fear and not knowing what to do, the little girl drawing up all her courage, knocked on the old battered door.

The house was dark, yet the door opened, and the little girl stepped inside. Outside the most hideous and evil demon and monsters flew round-and-round the tall thorn hedge. They could not enter the rose-ring garden because of loves magic.

She could hear their screams of anger, hate, and frustration, but they could not enter the garden because the magic was to strong.

"What have we here?" Said Baba Yaga, holding a small lantern in her hand. The girl tried to explain that had happened to her, but a fever of fear and confusion held her words as if caged. The little girl felt like a dumb-bell, a block-head, a fool, and yet out of all the places in the world, she knew she was safe there.

Baba Yaga was not pleased at being awakened so late at night, however, being a kind soul she ushered the little girl into the kitchen, and ask her to sit at the kitchen table. The house was very dark, except for the light Baba Yaga held in her hand.

"What do you want?" she ask.

"Please help me." said the frightened little girl in the only way she knew now. She tried to explain, but it was as if her language was from another realm, and in truth it was. The little girl didn't want to frighten Baba Yaga. The things that had chased her were to horrible to describe.

Not long after their short conversation, Baba Yaga walked the little girl to the fence gate. She murmured words, but the frighted little girl could not understand what she said. Closing the garden gate behind her, the once beautiful snow white unicorn had only forgiveness and love in its heart.

The animals and the trees of the forest whispered to her, "We will protect you, have courage. We will teach you to fight those who like to kill for sport. We will teach you real magic."

The little girl learned many things from her friends in the forest. The magic they share, she used to help others. She returned many times to Baba Yaga's house. They laughed, sang songs, and told many stories together while learning to use their magical gifts.