A small drop of sunlight
“This is the story of how I died,” Barty began with a dramatic flair, “But don’t worry this is actually a very fun story.”
Mary cut in, “And the truth is it isn’t even his, This is a story of a girl named Pandora.”
“Hey don’t forget Evan.”
“And her twin, Evan,” she added, rolling her eyes, “and it starts with the sun.”
Once upon a time a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens and from this small drop of sun, grew a magic golden flower. It had the ability to heal the sick and injured.
“Oh you see that old woman over there,” Barty whispered, “You might want to remember her, she's kind of important.”
An old shriveled woman with wild hair approached the glowing flower.
Centuries passed and a hop, skip and boat ride away there grew a kingdom. The kingdom was ruled by a beloved king and queen. And the queen was about to have a baby, but she got sick. Really sick. She was running out of time and that's when people usually started to look for a miracle. Or in this case magic golden flower.
“Ahhh, we told you she’d be important,” Mary began.
“Excuse me, we , more like I,” Barty butt in.
“Fine Barty said she’d be important,” Mary rolled her eyes, “You see, instead of sharing the sun's gift this woman, Mother Dumbledore, hoarded its healing power and used it to keep herself young for hundreds of years. All she had to do to activate it was sing a special song.”
Mother Dumbledore crouched over the flower with wild eyes and began to sing in a croaky, rough voice.
Flower gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring what once was mine
What once was mine
She waved her hands around the flower in wild motions before a hit of youth rushed into her.
“You get the gist, she sings to, it she gets young. Creepy right?” Barty commented.
The now youthful woman covers the flower with a basket and hurries away at the sound of voices. However on her way away she knocks the basket off and does not notice in her rush. She whips away into the dark, just as she leaves a member of the royal guard comes across the hillside where the flower is.
“We found it,” he yelled.
A set of junior guards help dig out the flower and bring it to the queen. Dumbledore watches from the shadows.
“The magic of the golden flower healed the queen,” Mary explained, “A healthy set of twins, a prince and a princess, were born.”
“With beautiful golden, curly hair,” the pair added in unison.
“ I’ll give you a hint, that's Ev and Dora,” Barty remarked.
“To celebrate their birth the king and queen launched two flying lanterns in the sky,” Mary stated.
For that one moment, everything was perfect and then that moment ended. The creepy woman snuck through the window and stood over the crib singing to the set of twins, their hair glowed just like the flower. The woman grabbed a coil of Evans hair from his head and cut it off, it turned brown instantly. The youth was sucked from her. So like any rational psycho she stole the pair and fled through the window she came in. The kingdom searched and searched but they could not find the prince and princess. For deep within the forest, in a hidden tower, Dumbledore raised the children as her own. She exploited the children to keep herself young, doing their hair as she made them sing.
“Dumbledore had found her new magic flowers but this time she was determined to keep them hidden,” Barty explained, “but the walls of that tower could not hide everything.”
“Each year on their birthday the king and queen release thousands of lanterns into the sky,” Mary continued, “in the hope that one day their lost prince and princess would return.”