Twin Blood ( A Red Snow Fairy Tale)
After their music lessons ended the twins decided to play in the gardens. They were running around throwing snow at each other, laughing wildly when Cristof saw a little child peering out from behind the crooked tree. She was laughing and she waved at him.
“Did you see that?” Cristof asked his twin.
Petya looked up but the little girl was gone. “See what?” he asked.
“Never mind,” Cristof moaned, dismissing the sight as just being his imagination. They carried on playing and Cristof saw her again. This time she appeared to be angry with him.
“There she is again!” Cristof called pointing to the tree. Petya still saw nothing. “Wait here,” Cristof ordered and made his way to the tree.
Petya watched in silence as his brother neared the great dark trunk. He disappeared behind one side but didn’t emerge from the other.
“Cristof!” he called a couple of times before plucking up his own courage and following his brothers footsteps. He followed the small prints, much like his own, around the tree where they stopped suddenly right at the base. A boy with pale skin and ebony hair was seated in the snow with his head in his hands.
“Have you seen my brother? He looks just like me,” Petya asked sensing Cristof was playing a game with him.
“I haven’t seen anything,” said the boy. He raised his head, opened his eyes and showed empty sockets. “I am blind,” he explained.
“Who are you? Where do you come from?” Petya asked.
“My name is Baldasarre,” said the boy. “I am from a land far from here.”
“What happened to your eyes?”
Baldasarre told him, “They were taken from me. That is why I am here. I am going to retrieve them but I can’t get inside the castle. Will you help me?”
Petya hesitated, “I really need to find my brother.”
Baldasarre sighed, “If you help me get inside the castle I will help you find your brother.”
Petya, sweet, trusting, naïve soul, asked, “What do you need me to do?”
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