by Jackeline Vzquez

Created on: July 30, 2009   Last Updated: August 01, 2009

Beauty

Once upon a darkened time there lived a beautiful young woman with luminous olive skin and raven dark hair that flowed like silk down her slender back. Her eyes were green and shone like summer's morning grass kissed by beads of dew and illuminated by those first clean sun rays. Her mouth was full and red that smiled a smile that beckoned every eye to her command. There was nothing that was not exceptional about Beauty. Her nose, her cheekbones, her chin all seemed sculpted to perfection by the Greek marble masters of old.

But still there was something, something that seemed to be missing in the way her haunted look scanned over everything she saw. There seemed to be a hunger she could not fill. There seemed to be a thirst she could not quench, an emptiness she could not alleviate. And though her walk was graceful it was also ghostly as if floating in eternity never grounded, never rested. But no one could have guessed the distress that beauty went through. Surely a woman such as her, by virtue of being incomparable, could achieve that which everyone searches for; LOVE.

Love, that ever so elusive bond that makes existence more than just animal survival. The epitome of all emotions, decisions and relationships. The reason we cultivate ourselves, deepen our souls, enrich our minds, and make our hearts ever so noble to conquer that one person to share our being with. Surely Beauty is bombarded by suitors who wish to love, dote and consume her with devotion. Why then did she roam round and round like the light of a lighthouse on a dark and stormy night looking for that ship that never survived the ocean's storm?

No one in the village knew her story, even as they were entranced by it. There were only rumors, speculations, murmurs of her lonely existence and whispers of her strange reality and the possible reasons of her shadow being her only companion.

Not that she did not associate herself with her neighbors. Beauty was found at most social events, gatherings, festivities. She conversed, mingled, laughed and danced along with her fellow villagers. She sat, ate and drank alongside them having witty conversation and was generally enjoyed in any company she placed herself in. But still it was like a cloud of quiet hollowness surrounded her person and was acutely noticeable by everyone that enjoyed her company, and this inspired both pity and wonder.

There were other mysteries as well. She had no apparent history. Where did she come from? Who was her

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