I see, I see, well, I see something. It’s just a smudge. Hold on. *wipes smudge away* Well, what do you know, I can see the other side of the room, but it looks weird because I’m looking through a crystal ball.
Once upon a time there was an enchantress who had three sons. She did not trust her sons because she thought that they would try to take her powers. She turned the oldest into an eagle. The second one was turned into a whale. The third one feared the same fate as the other two brothers and ran away before he could be turned into anything.
During his travels he heard of a princess who had likewise been enchanted. Twenty-three men had tried to free her, but she was in the Castle of the Golden Sun. He did not know how to get there, but he kept traveling. He came upon two giants in the forest fighting over a cap. They said that they were both equal in strength so no fight could be won between them. The cap was a magical cap that enabled its wearer to wish himself or herself anywhere a thought could take them. The man told the giants to give himself a cap and he would wish himself somewhere near by and whosoever got to him first got the cap.
The man took the cap and thought of the princess. He then wished he could rescue the princess and thought of the Castle of the Golden Sun. He found himself there and wandered through all of the rooms until he came to one where he found an old woman. He asked her if she was the princess of the golden castle. The old woman said she was, but everyone must behold her in this form until the enchantment was broken.
She then told him how to break the enchantment. In a certain place there would be a bull fighting. If the man killed this bull, a bird would rise up from it. He must then kill the bird because the bird held within it a crystal ball which would break the enchantment. Getting the bird would be tricky because if it was attacked suddenly it would drop it’s egg, which contained the crystal ball as a yolk and when the egg hit the ground it would cause fire to everything around it. The fire would get so hot that it would melt the crystal ball and everyone would pretty much be screwed.
The man went and killed the bull after a long fight. Right away the bird rose up from the bull. The brother who was an eagle swooped in and caused the bird to drop its egg. The egg landed on the roof of a building beside the seashore and began to burn everything, but soon a huge wave came. The other brother was a whale had caused water to rush that way and put out the fire. The man was able to get the crystal ball and de-enchant the princess. Someone also told him he could use this same crystal ball to de-enchant his brothers, but the story doesn’t say whether he did or not.
I don’t really place a lot of stock in the idea of crystal balls or crystal power. There might be something to it, but I have no evidence. For years people have looked upon crystals as if they pertained some magical powers. If you happened to find a ball of crystal that was clear in the middle what couldn’t it do?
I wonder what ever happened the mother of these three brothers. Maybe she died a lonely death. I can’t see the brothers being too friendly to her after she turned two of them into wild animals. I’m glad they were able to help each other out though.
Sure there is a princess; sure there is an enchantress; sure there is a magical castle; sure there are giants, but this story isn’t really about any of those things. This story is about the brothers. They grew up together. They’re siblings. Their lives led them to radically different paths. One was a man, one was a whale, and one was an eagle. That would make for some pretty awkward reunions between the group.
Here’s the thing about this…they still loved each other and they still helped each other out even though their lives were so different. That’s how your family is supposed to work. Let’s say you have three siblings. You’re the fairly normal one. One is gay and works for a circus. One claims to be asexual and is a Buddhist monk. The last is scared of her own shadow and plays World of Warcraft all the time. Does any of that mean you quit interacting with your siblings? Does the fact that one of your siblings is gay make them any less of a sibling? Does the fact that another sibling is a Buddhist make them any less of a sibling? Does the fact that the other one plays World of Warcraft and is a shut-in make her any less of a sibling? Does the fact that you’re somewhat normal make you any less of a sibling? The answer to these questions is, “NO.” You’re all still related. You’re all still roughly the same people you were before your discovered your separate lifestyles. It shouldn’t make one bit of difference between a set of siblings what their lifestyles are. You’re still family. All this shunning bullcrap is archaic.
The siblings in this story stuck together even when it seemed they didn’t belong in a world together. That’s good sibling behavior. That’s sibling love right there.
I don’t know, having a brother who was an eagle might come in pretty handy sometimes, like when you lose the Frisbee on the roof.