The prince had even gotten used to his mother’s sorrow. Just like the rest of the land. The people have come to accept it, to treat it like it was the most natural thing to have a queen that would never smile or laugh. And while the prince grew up and came closer to his adulthood, it was a rare time his mother would smile even to him, or laugh at something he would say or do.
She was never cruel, and had nothing of evil, so even the land had come to terms with her frozen heart. After all, the land knew the winter and cold, it was used to winter’s ice and the spring’s thaw and the coldness of the high mountain peaks. And it knew that the sun would always come out and unfroze everything again. It was just matter of time until the queen’s heart would be unfrozen, at least from the earth’s viewpoint. What would it have more than time, so the earth waited and while it waited it let the winter’s lethargy come over the all land and everything and everyone who lived there.
Only the prince was free on this enchantment, it was like in him the blood flowed with the spring’s strength while the other’s moved around at the tired pace of the winter. For him the time moved on and days passed, as the rest slumbered on in their charmed existence.
It did not bother the prince, because he knew that it made everything easier for his mother. Only thing that saddened him was that his mother did not seem to understand how much he had grown. He would return from his wondering in the forests and the mountains, to find that the queen thought that only a night or two had passed when for the prince it had been weeks or even months. Finally he saw that the time in the castle had practically stopped while his run ahead. But he knew the secret; it was only to allow him more easily to disappear to quest for his father.
On a dark moonless night, when the talk of his upcoming manhood and driven him to search for refuge in the mountains beyond the forests, he sat under a tree. He sat, his hand buried in his bears fur and listened to the rain around them. The earth under them and leaves above them were dry, just as he had asked. And because it was a mild night and not a very cold one, he had not started a fire. His certainty made the earth smile, how young was he, how sure of himself.
Prince visited the castle and his mother for the last time. He sang to her once more, whispered his goodbyes to her ear, promising to return swiftly and left. Away he wandered, further and further towards the north. During the nights he could hear a bird calling; it was Iluku, calling for her lost lover, the moon. Sad was the birds song as it gazed the shining moon.
Even though he walked through the days, taking longer and longer steps, he did not grow weary. It was like the land came to meet him halfway, the tree branches moved so not to bother him and a place was cleared for his feet. When it was necessary the earth would rotate a little bit faster, so when he landed his foot he was a mile further on the road.
It was hard to sleep without feeling tired and on a many night he stayed awake, listening to Iluku’s call. She would only sing when the moon was shining, Killa, Killa, Llullukilla, she would cry, moon, moon, sweet moon. During the moonless nights the forest would be silent around him; respecting the only time the two lovers had to meet again. On the moonless sky the stars shone bright and the prince could see Kuyllur, the wise brother, shining bright and announcing the morning to come.
The echoes of the bird's call vanished and a beautiful woman with long black hair dancing on her back stepped out of the forest. She was holding hands with a tall and handsome warrior. The prince stirred, the stranger looked so much like his father that he almost called him out loud. Then he saw the man kiss the woman and knew it could not be the king, his father. Because he would never kiss another woman besides the prince's mother.
The prince stirred as the man and the woman gazed each other to the eyes and talked in low voices. He warned his bear not to scare the couple. So intent they were in each other that neither of them stirred when the prince and the bear left their places under the tree. Slowly they crept on, intent on hearing what they talked about.
- Oh, how I miss you my lord, the woman would sight, I cry for you, Killa, throughout the night when I see you so high above me.
- And I watch you down below me, the man would answer, and curse the moment, I had to flee and leave you behind. How cruel the destiny to give us only the moonless nights to spend together.
Prince nodded, it was as he had known in his heart. It was the moon, Killa, himself, with his lover, Iluku, who was enchanted to live her days and nights as the enormous bird. Crying out for her distant lover and becoming woman again only on the night when the moon was hidden and could walk on the earth again.
To be continued...
This is the fifth part of the story.
If you want to read the first part of the story go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 1
To read the second part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 2
To read the third part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 3
To read the fourth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 4
To read the sixth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 6
To read the seventh part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 7
To read the eight part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 8
To read the ninth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 9
To read the tenth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 10
To read the eleventh part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 11
To read the twelth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 12
To read the twelth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 12
What another awesome story and the pictures fit the post perfectly! Great choices :)ReplyDelete
What a great story and great pictures to help tell the story!ReplyDelete
This is a great story. I've said it before but you are a great story teller!ReplyDelete
I love your pictures! It is always interesting to read about another culture.ReplyDelete
Wonderful story and pictures to match. Michelle @ http://www.writer-way.blogspot.comReplyDelete
Don't forget to link up to your past chapters. I would like to hear more about the carnival parade that the pictures are actually from.ReplyDelete
Thank you for reminding me about the links, Lindsey. The last pictures and the first one are from Tena's festivities. There are carneval floats, a beauty pageant and concerts to commemorate the date of foundation of Tena every year.Delete
I love your pictures! Great story continuation :)ReplyDelete
Great continuation to the story! I really love all the pictures you are using as illustrations.ReplyDelete
You have amazing photos. I especially love the snow-capped mountain!ReplyDelete
Still totally interested in hearing more. I like how you've broken it down. It's a weekly treat. :)ReplyDelete
Goodness. Again I say great writing. I love the pictures. Can't wait for more...ReplyDelete
I can picture the sounds of Iluku. This is such an enchanting tale.ReplyDelete
Wow you have such a great way of telling stories. I am looking forward to the next part!ReplyDelete
I always enjoy your stories. You have me intrigued.ReplyDelete
I love the pictures you have included. Where are they from? It looks so bright and warm..except the cold mountain of course.ReplyDelete
All the pictures are from here Ecuador, Krystyn. The mountain is Cotopaxi and the rest of the pictures are from here Tena, in the Amazon.Delete
What beautiful pictures! And, such an enchanting story.ReplyDelete
This sage along with your photos is becoming something I find myself looking forward to reading, with each new installment. Very nice job with this!ReplyDelete
I love your photos, they are so beautiful! I would love to visit there some day!ReplyDelete
Beautiful story with beautiful pictures! And the pictures are worth thousands words!ReplyDelete
I agree, she should write this in a book format!Delete
You are a wonderful story teller. Thank you for sharing!!ReplyDelete
I love learning about other cultures and hearing about their stories and legends. Gorgeous pictures, as always!ReplyDelete
Your story is fascinating, as usual. That mountain picture is lovely!ReplyDelete
Another great twist to your story. And the pictures are stunning!ReplyDelete
Your photos are just beautiful! Your trip looks so amazing!ReplyDelete
I can't wait to read more! You are a brilliant writer! <3ReplyDelete
This sounds like a fairy tale. Like it should be a children's book. I'm enthralled!ReplyDelete
Great story! And as usual, your pictures are beautiful!ReplyDelete
Well you tell a fantastic story. I really just love the pictures as well. Thanks!ReplyDelete
I always enjoy your posts, photos, and stories. It's fun learning about other cultures.ReplyDelete
Great story and your pictures are always amazing!ReplyDelete
Nice story with killer illustration... great job!ReplyDelete
Amazing story and the photos make it even more powerful! Thank you for sharing!ReplyDelete
Again, I am loving the story and look forward to the next installment. Thanks!ReplyDelete
I am so enchanted by your words! What a lovely story -- I'm eager to hear the next installment!ReplyDelete
What a beautiful story! You have quite a way of weaving words that definitely entice the imagination :)ReplyDelete
I love the pictures that go along with the story, too!
Thank you, Kayla. I'm very glad to hear that, and also that you enjoyed the story!Delete
Very cool story and loved seeing the pics to go along with it!ReplyDelete
Great story with fun pictures to boot! ThanksReplyDelete
You make me want to come visit! The stories and pictures are so amazing!ReplyDelete
You have such a story telling quality! The beautiful pictures help to enhance!ReplyDelete
I love reading your story. And the photos, especially the mountain one, are gorgeous!ReplyDelete
You always feature such amazing photos that makes me just want to immerse myself in the culture and the beautiful sceneries. I guess it's the island girl in meReplyDelete
I have read all the parts... waiting for the next part!!!ReplyDelete
Keep adding beautiful pics, they make the story more beautiful and expressive :)
I love this story!! And the photos too! So very beautiful Awesome!ReplyDelete
That mountain picture is priceless… love it! Thanks for the story, its great!ReplyDelete
you are so talented! You should so turn this into a book!ReplyDelete
I love the photos in this post. YOu are an amazing write.ReplyDelete
Your photos are wonderful! Thanks for taking us on this incredible journey with you.ReplyDelete
Lots of beautiful photos! You are quite the story teller!ReplyDelete
What a story. Insteresting. i also enjoyed looking at the images you have here. beautifulReplyDelete
I look forward to your post and pictures.ReplyDelete
I love the story, and the photos are great!ReplyDelete
The story is so dramatic! I would say you have a talent in storytelling. Those photos are really gorgeous as well. It gives me a glimpse of Ecuador. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Pauline. I'm glad you enjoyed the story and the pictures.Delete
The mountains look beautiful! I would love to travel there.ReplyDelete
The Ecuadorian women are very beautiful and the country is so nice, lots of nice things to see. Thanks for your story it's beautiful.ReplyDelete
Beautiful ladies and a great story both. Enjoyed my visti!ReplyDelete
I totally love your photos. The ladies are all beautiful too.ReplyDelete
I have been enjoying this story. I can not wait for the next part.ReplyDelete
I love reading the stories. Thanks for sharing. :)ReplyDelete
Fascinating story that you're telling within this series of posts. Bookmarking and attempting to read the previous posts will be essential.ReplyDelete
Love the photography. It's so cool to see people in countries other than my own.ReplyDelete
Great photos, Joanna. Is that a holiday or a special festival in Ecuador?ReplyDelete
The festival pictures are from annual festival's for Tena. It's for the foundation day and it is celebrated every year in November with carnival floats, beauty pageant, concerts and other activities.Delete
I hope to read the part that the queen would learn to smile again.ReplyDelete
I love reading your stories and these pictures are always amazing as well.ReplyDelete
Beautiful Pictures As Usual What A Great Story!ReplyDelete
GURRRRRRL you have some serious skills when it comes to writing - FAB story!ReplyDelete
Love the story and the pictures are so perfect!!!! Looks like carnival on Quito amazing!!ReplyDelete
Love how the pictures and the story go together so well. You are a great story teller!ReplyDelete
You interacted the story and pictures so well together. Looking forward in reading your next part. So inspiring!ReplyDelete
Very beautiful story and cultural pictures. The landscaping, and beauty of nature are stunning!ReplyDelete
I love to read your tales from Ecuador. They are so interesting. And your pictures are beautiful!ReplyDelete
I love reading your stories and seeing your pictures. It still fascinates me how different cultures dress and act. So much different than America.ReplyDelete
I love stopping in and reading this story! The pictures are always so breathtaking as well!ReplyDelete
Wow great story and this is very interesting I hope I could read it more easy. I suggest you make a wattpad account and right your own novel there. Your story will be read by millions of readers and might get publishers and producers to reproduce your content. Great story my friend!ReplyDelete
Thank you for suggestion, Kenneth. How do I get a wattpad account?Delete
Love this story. Can't wait to read the next one it makes me want to take a trip there.ReplyDelete
Those photos reminds me of a colorful festival and I love your stories.ReplyDelete
I think your photos are beautiful!ReplyDelete
wonderful story , thanks for sharing and I love those photosReplyDelete
i dont know if my comment is going to publish or not but a great story. (Y)ReplyDelete