Once upon a time there was a boy who, at birth was cursed, no matter where he went, no matter what he did, a petite black cloud of rain would fallow him everywhere.The cloud its self was a being all its own;it adored the job of making this boy miserable. Every day went along just the same, The boy would wake up to a flash of lightning from the cloud that was its way of saying,'finally he's awake'. Then the two would venture into town to visit the shops, sadly, Everyone in the village had the idea if the boy got near them they would sprout clouds of their own and live darker lives.This deeply saddened him, he only wished to be accepted.
Life never foretold any good or lucky Carma for the child, he even considered seeing a gypsy to have charms and hexes cast to rid him of the cloud.Several times the he went he was turned away,The only act of kindness he had seen was when a hooded enigma gave him 5 gold shilings, but one gypsy woman welcomed him with open arms. Reading her tarot cards she told him that his future foretold good events. Nodding all he could do was thank the woman kindheartedly, giving her 5 gold shillings he had received earlier from a hooded figure.
On the day of his 12th birthday The boy was greeted, under the town bridge, by the stranger in the hood again. The enigma leaned down and patted the sullen child on the head with a,'there there deary things will get better'.The figure removed the hood to reveal herself to be the Gypsy who had foretold his good fortune, giving him a smile the cloud miraculously vanished, it no longer had perpose the boy had been shown love. The boy couldn't help but cry out in happiness to be rid of his burden, soon later the Gypsy explained to him that he was in fact her son, giving reason as to why she had abandon him so long ago. She hadn't the money nor supply to take care of him at that time, but now she would spoil him rotten to the best of her abilities.So the boy and his mother lived, happily ever after.
Life never foretold any good or lucky Carma for the child, he even considered seeing a gypsy to have charms and hexes cast to rid him of the cloud.Several times the he went he was turned away,The only act of kindness he had seen was when a hooded enigma gave him 5 gold shilings, but one gypsy woman welcomed him with open arms. Reading her tarot cards she told him that his future foretold good events. Nodding all he could do was thank the woman kindheartedly, giving her 5 gold shillings he had received earlier from a hooded figure.
On the day of his 12th birthday The boy was greeted, under the town bridge, by the stranger in the hood again. The enigma leaned down and patted the sullen child on the head with a,'there there deary things will get better'.The figure removed the hood to reveal herself to be the Gypsy who had foretold his good fortune, giving him a smile the cloud miraculously vanished, it no longer had perpose the boy had been shown love. The boy couldn't help but cry out in happiness to be rid of his burden, soon later the Gypsy explained to him that he was in fact her son, giving reason as to why she had abandon him so long ago. She hadn't the money nor supply to take care of him at that time, but now she would spoil him rotten to the best of her abilities.So the boy and his mother lived, happily ever after.
