I will tell you a fairy tale.
Long ago there lived a band of gypsies, a man and woman marry and the woman becomes pregnant with their first child. This story takes place, as do all fairy tales: Once upon a time...
"The baby's hip blocks the way!" The midwife gasped, "Let me dismember it and save you!"
"No," the young woman sobbed. "Save my baby." She did not have the strength to say it with much force but the midwife knew the meaning. She did as she was told and was able to turn the baby around and pull it safely from its mother.
"A girl."
"Name her," the new mother gasped, then laid back and her breathing slowed, "Estrella." Then she died.
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A man stood outside, his large brimmed hat titled and a large smile played his face. Soon he would be a father.
His eyes lit up when he saw the midwife walking out with a child in her arms and tears in her eyes. The man did not know why she cried but gave it little thought and reached out for his daughter.
"She died." The woman said, tears falling freely down her face. The man looked at her blankly, then wept.
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During the grieving period of her father, Estrella was taken care of by the midwife, Miyara. She was cared for by the woman for nearly two weeks before her father acknowledged her.
Finally he cut his hand and let the blood flow onto a white cloth and wrapped the baby in it, as was tradition.
"You are my daughter, Estrella." he said softly, and so it was.
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A man came to Miyara a short time later asking for food. She let him in and fed him.
"A man was born 3 days before. Everything that is special through out Estrella's life will happen within then number of three, divided, multiplied or by three at the number." The man said. He continued to speak like a mad fool. "There is a story of a prince who has no love of life, no feeling towards anything and will be kissed into love by a mere servant... a feared and hated servant." The man stood and left. Miyara watched him walk off and shook her head. The poor man was insane!
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14 years later...
A man and Estrella's father spoke of marriage between Estrella and the other man's son, Jarri.
They both agreed and the boy's father paid the bridle fee and so it was.
Estrella was overjoyed for quite a time, marriage for the gypsies was important indeed! Though only 3 days later both Jarri and Estrella's father were killed by men, for being a gypsy was not safe, they were hated and mistreated.
The father of Jarri attacked Estrella and in his rage he sold her as a slave, this was against the laws of the gypsy.
A man bought her when he realized she was a gypsy, the price was given and so it was.
Miyara promised revenge
*AN: Hey! I just wanted to clear some things up. Estrella is pronounced is – strA – ya it's Spanish for star. Also I did some research in Gypsy life and traditions so a lot of what I say is actually the way of life for them (in the fifteenth century anyways), however I added a lot and took away a lot as well. Please no one be offended if something I say is not entirely correct. Sorry this chapter isn't too great and moved REALLY fast, but I kinda wanted to get all that out so the story could begin... Okays...
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