It all begins with Once upon a time…

It all begins with ‘Once upon a time…’. She was very discreet, despite a few pink hair strands and a couple of blue pens she arranged on her hair. Her voice was soft and sensible. She was unforgettable, although people could never remember her…

She walks through time as if she changed rooms in her own house... When she smiled and started to tell a new story, it was like the enchanted singing of the mermaids, people could feel it deep inside their hearts and all things begins to change… Into new ones, more peaceful, more loveable.

Yes, she was a storyteller, but the kind of one that revolutions the entire world around her with one single story.  Her stories made people remember all the love they hold and hide inside and made them brave enough to show and share it with the world.

It made people remember the power of forgiveness, compassion, and tolerance. That given is also receiving in another kind of way… Well… she said that she wanted to be not a storyteller, but an alchemist. Someone that through words could be able to transform all feelings people carry inside, into feelings of good, harmony, and greatness.

Once, in a very faraway kingdom in time and distance, she was the best friend of a Queen. This Queen was raised and prepared her whole life for her monarch duties, She married an ill King in an arranged marriage, and He died a couple of years later. She ruled with compassion, and care for her people. She died in battle to let her people free from other culture’s dominations, leaving her only child to be raised by her best friend, to be the next King of their loved Kingdom.

Isabella, our storyteller, told the child and all the people that wanted to hear, the most beautiful stories about a Queen that was born, lived, and died for the love of her people. A Queen that had a marriage with a great man and King, and together, they worked for the best of their kingdom and they had this child of the purest love to be their people’s next king.

Not quite all was true, thou… but it made people believe in themselves and believe in all the love they had received through the sacrifice those two made for their kingdom. That part was true, they were really loved by that Queen and that King, and they lived all their lives for the wellness of their people.

Isabella told them as they still kept carrying their people in their after-dead life. In the Springs, the Queen helps the fields to grow and flourishes, and in the Autumns, the King helps everything to fructify in abundance.  And the only thing they ask of their people was to be strong and help each other while they wait for their child to be old enough to rule the kingdom. It would take just a few years…

Until then, the ones that were in better situations should help the other ones. The ones that received the kindness of others should be grateful and retributed it in their own ways… Isabella’s words bump inside people’s hearts and they lived in peace because they were sure to be loved and wanted to give love too, to share that feeling that was so intense, so powerful and so beautiful that only gets fully satisfied when shared with others…

The child grew healthy in the arms of Isabella’s stories and the arms of her care. He grew up feeling loved by Isabela and by his deceased parents and hearing his mother’s words through Isabella’s voice. That his mother had said that she left him with “the one she trust the most and that always had been the best mother to her child” since she was always overwhelmed with the kingdom’s issues. He grew up knowing that he had a kingdom full of lovely, honest, kind, and devoted people. So he became also an honest, kind, lovely, and devoted King to honor those whom He was there to represent.

Isabella’s stories were always like that, it brings cure and it brings joy wherever she was called to. She kept traveling through time and the world telling stories in her mermaid alchemist voice. She was able to sense people calling for her, when and where they were in need.

Once she brought peace to two enemy tribes telling them the story that they, in a long long time ago, were, actually, sons and daughters from the same father and the same mother. That the blood that flue in one vein was the same one that flue in the other veins, that the pain that breaks one’s heart is the same one that breaks others’ hearts… That they all were born from the deepest love and they were raised to love each other and to be friends and true brothers and sisters to each other’s.

She remembered them as for centuries they exchange between each other fruits and vegetables because one tribe was better at making grow vegetables and, the other one, at making grow fruits. So, that way, everyone could have enough from both of them.

When she left away those tribes, people could not remember her anymore, but still had her voice’s notes pulsing inside their hearts.

She was like that, she just vanished in the air and disappear after a story had been told. She was like a tender whisper that fade away in our breath. No one could remember her precisely, but her stories were always there, alive and resonating generation after generation.

Yeap, that was her power, the stories that she tells, like enchanted words, were able to change everything around it, were able to change the whole world.

She always said: “Be careful of your words, because seeds can grow roots. Our words, written or spoken, should always plant goodness… Since they can wind up reforesting the world.”

She is still traveling through time, changing herself and her own story everywhere she goes… and changing other’s people lives through her stories.

And, it all begins with ‘Once upon a time…’.